Hey you- don’t be scared. This isn’t your average obligatory speech about how I’ll hurt you if you hurt my friend. I’m sure you got enough of those; although you probably choose not to take it seriously (which in some cases, you should). This isn’t a threat of empty promises to burn your house down or knock you out (permanently), but don’t you for a second think I wouldn’t go ape shit on her behalf. If you think I wouldn’t endure prison or a straight jacket cooped up in a loony bin for her, then you’re sadly mistaken. Rather, this is more of a promise which should scare you much more. Let this echo in your mind until it’s all you breathe; if you hurt my friend, you will regret it. Without my help. That is both a threat and a promise.
Here’s the thing- I’m a realist. Time to mess you up with some truth. I know that emotions and limbs will heal, but the one thing that won’t, is the taunting fact that you lost someone you needed. Let that continuously prick you everytime you do so little as to move. You let go of the kind of person who puts everyone before her, especially you. The person who will stop everything to help you when you need it the most and when you need it the least. The person who stops at nothing to make everyone around her happy, even if it meant spreading herself too thin. The person who is honest and genuine in the sweetest most gentle way. The person who loves so purely and cares so deeply, one quick glance could easily tell you that. You lost the one who could make you happy without saying anything at all. You’ll remember the way her smile always brightened your day way more than anyone else’s could. You’ll remember her big beautiful eyes that only ever looked for the best in everyone even though it was extremely difficult sometimes. You’ll miss how special you felt when she’d wrap her passionate arms around you after any kind of day. Once you realize how much you need her and how stupid you are, she’ll be gone and she won’t ever come back; I will make sure of that.
See, I know I’m blessed to have her and I’m smart enough to know just how lucky I am. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t appreciate her and just about every little thing she is. That is more than I can say for you. You say it’s none of my business and I should stay out of it, but when she’s calling me into the depths of the morning, crying over you, that’s when it’s my job to tell you what’s what and put you in your place. When her pillows are stained with mascara and soaked in tears, killing herself over why you didn’t want her anymore, that’s when it becomes my damn business. When you begin to make her feel unworthy, ugly, replaceable, insignificant, weak, and the most excruciating “not good enough,” that’s when I get really pissed. The pain I personally watch her endure is no match for any sort of physical harm I could ever do to you, or even a ten thousand pound wrecking ball could do. Instead, let the bitter loneliness and regret slowly tear you apart. You will always look for her in your next victims, but you will never find her.
No intimidating death threats- refreshing right? Wrong. You think you’ve dodged a bullet with me and I’m deeply sorry for your misconception. The ceiling that will inevitably come crumbling down on you is more horrifying than anything I could ever say to you. The piercing reality will mess you up more than I could, though I dream of trying, believe me. You better trust that I’ll be in the front row watching, smirking, when your sorrowful anguish hits you, hard. If you hurt my friend, you will regret it. That is a guarantee.
