You and I used to be so good together. We had inside jokes, people we mutually disliked, sleepovers that were just watching movies and eating pints of ice cream in one sitting. You and I were helping people, bringing in new friends, helping each other with our problems. I had opened up and loved you. I don't know what happened.

One day, You decided to make me your enemy. One day, you stopped defending me from rumors and started spreading them. One day, you decided that I was attacking you. Those girls you had said were lying about me were all of a sudden speaking the truth. You spread more rumors that went along with those lies.

You decided at first I didn't love you, yet you would run to me, and every time I would hold you as you cried. You hit me, and fought me because your head told you that I wasn't being truthful. I didn't want him, I don't want him, I'm happy with what I had and have. You complained we didn't hang out enough and that's what I was trying to do. Hell, I introduced you to him! I brought him in. I only wanted to be friends. I have a boyfriend, and, despite the rumors you spread, I was only wanting one man to be by my side and he was in California. I am not the slut you said I was. It only hurts more when I think about the fact that only two months beforehand you were defending me from those same rumors.

Yet, after you threw fists, shoes, and words at me, I still held you as you cried. I held you as you questioned why. I told him to try a little longer, to talk to you about what was wrong. I let you come back after hurting my heart so badly because I loved you. You were my sister, and I can't just let family go.

And then you physically left. You cried in my arms and the next day you moved out. No note, no text, no words; all your stuff moved out. I'd made another mistake. You sat there and played me. Now I call you crazy, but I'm not so sure. Thinking about it, maybe I'm the crazy one. I'm crazy because, even though you hit me and pushed me away, I still was there for you when you cried. I let you hurt me over and over with the same results. But that's what people like me do.

I do have to say thank you though. Because of you, because of this, hopefully I'll remember to never let this happen again.