Broken.

“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

You promised me that nothing would ever change. You promised me that no matter what, you would never be angry with me. You promised me that even at the worst of times, you would stand by me.

And yet, you left. You completely abandoned me and left. This isn’t some stupid romance novel, this was a friendship. A friendship that you said would flourish and be strong even in college. And yet, you let it die. And you left me broken.

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