Betrayal
...f you that I couldn’t die because then you wouldn’t be long after to follow suit. So maybe this is just an attempt at suicide. You kill me; you kill yourself. A rose by any other name is still a rose, but betrayal, oh now betrayal is a whole other story. Betrayal by any other name is deceit, lies, pain, hurt, depression, rejection, hopelessness and the list goes on and on. You sat on the phone with me for hours trying to convince me to stop hurting myself. You told me that you loved me and that you would never do anything to jeopardise our relationship. The next thing I know I’m sitting here crying because that is just exactly what you did. You lied to me and what’s worse you made me feel bad about it. You made me wonder if I was doing the right thing by being in love. You made me question my loyalty to you and whether or not my friendship or my love meant more to me. All the while you were going behind my back destroying the only good thing I ever had in my godforsaken life. I felt like terrible that night, sitting on the phone with you telling you how much I loved her and listening to how much it hurt you to hear. I wanted to hold you in my arms and tell you that you could have her because your friendship meant more to me and she and I could always be friends, right? And I felt bad because I couldn’t tell you that she was yours. I couldn’t give her to you and that...