Festival

I'm not done.

That Mr. Kebab incident isn't even the worst thing you did... Is it, love? People– people close to you, they're the ones telling me what a slut horrible person you are, and how I should stop this nonsense and forget you. But you know what hurts even more?

I was the one who defended you.
I was the one who saw how beautiful you were, beyond your short skirts and high heels.
I was the one who had to ruin several friendships to save the one I thought mattered... Ours.
I was the one who wept for you in silence while you wept for someone else.

And know this– while I'm certain that that smile of yours has produced a long list of admirers who are now throwing themselves at your feet, trying desperately to get into your panties, I was the one who loved you enough to offer you my heart. And you stepped on it.

Now I'm done.
With this blog, and with you.