I met you in the summer before my senior year. You were tall and handsome and became the center of my life when I met you. We snapchatted and texted all day and night, slowly the texts turned into facetimes and late night calls. Eventually I just couldn't wait any longer to see you so we planned to go out together. As soon as I got home from our date I already missed you. We fell asleep on facetime with each other every night and hung out every day. I wanted to spend every second of every day with you.
As things became more serious between us, you expressed to me that you didn't care much for my best friend. At first I didn't think much of it, just thought that if I kept you two separate then it would all be okay. But that wasn't the case. You started to become mad when I hung out with her, when you would see pictures of us on social media, or even when you saw me texting her. We didn't fight much but when we did it was always about her.
It got to the point where I would just ignore her when I was with you and I constantly chose you over her and hardly ever hung out with her. I would fight with her and always defended you first, I almost lost her so many times because of you.
You told me you needed a break. You said you were stressed. And you said you needed time to think. I didn't understand at first but I left you alone and gave you your time. Only just the next day did you text me and say "I've been thinking and this won't work if she's in the picture". But you left me, you hurt me, I didn't even do anything to you and you just left. Not only did you show me that I shouldn't want you back but you just reminded me that no one was always going to be there for me except for her and myself.
So I told you no. I didn't want you back in my life if I couldn't have her too. She's my best friend, and I won't give that up for anything now. You already made me lose a connection with her and I had to work so hard to get that back.
You still texted me every day, we snapchatted and it felt just the same as before. I came to see you on that Sunday night, I don't know what I was hoping would come from it but never did I expect to find out that you had cheated on me.
Never have I felt so much pain than when you lied to my face about it when I asked. I was filled with anger and hatred. All I wondered was why I wasn't enough for you. Why did you try to get me back, were you never going to tell me about what happened, I trusted you with everything and this is the last thing I ever expected you to do. You could have saved me so much pain and anger if you would have told me you didn't want me anymore or that you had feelings for her again. I know you compared everything that I did to her because you told me about her all the time. You even said that when you met me the first person you thought of was her. No matter how similar, I clearly wasn't enough.
Looking back on the day I refused to take you back, I only know now more than ever that it was the right choice.
