Dear Boy,
My best friend is the kind of person who doesn't open up to everyone right away. So when I noticed how hard she fell for you, I knew you had to be special. I was nice to you, you were nice to me, we had a great thing going, not gonna lie. She talked about you with a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. Our texts consisted of screenshots of cute messages you sent along with us raving about you. She would tell me all the juicy details of your story together, and I absorbed every word, feeling her excitement and giddiness. Sure, at times it got almost annoying how often you came up in discussion, but I let it go because my best friend was happy.
When I noticed that her texts went from, "Could he be any more perfect?" to "I wonder if I said something wrong," I braced myself. The gleam in her eyes slowly started to fade and was replaced with tears. I was well aware of what you were about to do, even if she wasn't. Sure enough, you eventually decided she wasn't good enough for you, and you left her. I was the one who has left to pick up the pieces of the broken heart that you hit with a hammer. Plenty of my shirts were soaked with her tears, a million recaps of the scenario occurred, and I had to constantly reassure her that no, you're not worth the pain. Our texts become her ranting about something you said or did that only drove the dagger deeper. How could a person go from doing everything right to being a complete jerk that she can't stand?
I understand that sometimes, it's just not meant to be. The stars don't align, the birds aren't singing, or whatever cliche you can think of. That's fine, you could've put a halt on everything before it got to the point it did, and she really would've been fine. A little hurt or annoyed, yeah, but fine. And you know what? You and I would probably have been able to remain homies. You made it so much worse because you continued to act as if everything was perfect, then did a complete 180 and started acting like a complete ass. That's rude. I didn't appreciate that. You knew going into this that I was part of the deal. When you broke up with her, you broke up with me, so I'm feeling personally victimized at the moment.
What makes it even worse is whenever you hit her up, she still can't help but answer. She and I both know how big of a mistake it is, but I think she needs that shred of hope that you're not the worst person out there. However, I know you're the worst person out there. You're missing out on a beautiful, one-of-a-kind, loyal girl. What on earth would make you not want a piece of that cake? I mean, come on dude. She's a total catch, and I hope you realize that someday and regret the decision you've made. You can go be a player as much as you want, but you picked the wrong girl to try and break. Why? Because I'm her best friend, and I take that role probably a little too seriously.
Sincerely,
Don't Mess With Me or My Best Friend's Heart
