Farewell...

Up until yesterday, you meant the world to me. I worshipped you, adored the ground you tread on. And what do I get in the end? … THAT!!

It’s funny how we live our lives expecting people to shock and disappoint us, yet when they actually do, it knocks us right off the ground. We are, instead of being careless and cool about it, actually shocked and disappointed. Funny, no?

Or maybe I shouldn’t say “We”. Maybe I should stick to saying “I”. because apparently, these things only happen to me. Or do they? Do they only happen to me? Or do they happen to everyone else, but people are too “proud” to admit it happening to them?

When you say that you are a caring friend, how then do you explain you finding the nerve and ability to say such a thing to me? Something that will probably change the course of our relationship, if not diminish it all together? Or maybe, I had a different idea of what “you” and “I” meant. Because, my dear, I am really starting to think that you do not respect me or think of me as a friend. I am merely a puppet to you, someone you remember when you are bored with nothing to do. I am your time-passing doll and nothing more. I think this is all my fault though. My fault for not seeing the real you all along.

You said nothing but a sentence, yet that sole sentence deformed your beautiful picture in mind. You may say they’re only words, but you and I both know that these words are not unfounded. I heard more than these words, I heard your hypocrisy and disrespect, your disloyalty and malice. You are no longer the pure loving kind-hearted honest friend who was always able to pull out the little girl behind the mask. You are now a shadow, a shadow of what used to be, and soon enough this shadow will turn into the embodiment of everything I hate in the world. Here’s how you look now: A deceitful double-faced selfish none thoughtful devil in the form of a human. You took advantage of me, and for that, I will never forgive you.

I am happy though. Happy because the what-if game has now come to an end. Now, I know that the “if” would produce nothing but ugliness submerged in emptiness, just like the picture you have in my mind.

I might shed some tears, but trust you me, they won’t be numerous, because each single tear that I produce is worth more than all of your existence.

Faithfully,
Who used to be Yours