I don't like you. I really don't. Ever since you walked into her life, you walked into mine. Every sweet text you sent her, she would screenshot and send to me. I hoped and prayed that the words you were whispering to her were true, but I never truly trusted you and I was always there waiting for her with ice cream and tissues ready for her to tell me you called it off permanently.
My best friend deserves the world. She deserves a boy who will hold open doors for her and appreciate every little thing she hates about herself. You aren't there to fix her, just to support her and let her shine. She deserves someone who will make her laugh instead of cry and who will proclaim his love for her from the rooftops.
I thought you would be that person, maybe. But you weren't. You were the person I wanted her to avoid the most. The person who would whisper words full of complete garbage that she would thread together to sew you into the perfect guy for her. You are nowhere near what she deserves. You picked out every flaw somehow and never made her feel beautiful or loved. I'm going to admit that you did a heck of a job convincing her and you nearly had me convinced too, but I am so glad I never lost sight of the boy my best friend deserves.
So when you broke her heart, I wanted to cry with her. I wanted to punch you in the face and warn every girl who ever crossed paths with you about the destruction you created in her life. I was there to hold her and respond back to her texts filled with anxiety and tears and attempt to mend her broken heart through Beyonce songs and Gossip Girl episodes. I was the one who convinced her to clean all the photos of you off of her phone and Instagram and to stop falling asleep scrolling through your messages laced with lies. Did you ever mean it? How could you not see the beauty I see in her? How could you destroy such a perfect person?
But here's the thing. She isn't destroyed. She got up after another fool broke her heart and she rose above your pettiness. And now look at her shine.
