Dear,

Actually scratch that “dear” you don’t deserve it. I don’t know how to address you without being crude.

So hello…..

The first thing I want you to know… Is she loved you. She really loved you. I spent countless hours with her to know that. She worshipped the very ground you walk on. At first even I was fooled. Your charm and sarcastic feedback was just enough. At first you even convinced me that my own best friend was crazy, and that all yalls problems rooted from her jealousy and lack of understanding. Hell I even defended you and helped you get her back at first.

Then, you showed your true colors. The ones that show more than they should. I will never understand why you allow yourself to hurt someone like her. To put yourself in a bed with a girl other than her. Leaving her house to head…

I know how much pain you’re in. I understand why you’ve made the bathroom floor your home and why you haven’t eaten anything besides cheez-its in over a week. I get it, Angel.

He hurt you.

Angel, I know you don’t want to pick yourself off the ground and limp back to the unforgiving world like nothing ever happened. I know this feels like the end for you.

Or at least you want it to be.

I know you had a panic attack last night that left you screaming and crying while throwing your pillow around the room while his words echoed mercilessly inside your head,

“I don’t love you anymore.”

And I know you’re still in love with him, Angel. I know you thought you were stronger than him.

I know your argument.

“It was 3am and we were laughing harder than my will could take and his…