I used to think about the fun we had together, while we were still friends. How late we’d talk in the night, how much I’d make you laugh, how you told me I was your best friend. I’d reminisce on all the good times while still living in them. but after everything—it just feels so fake now. How much you hurt me-how much you betrayed and disrespected me, how you truly only showed your care for me when I finally left. And I couldn’t believe you felt anything at all about it. Your tears next to mine didn’t seem to be pouring through the same river from the heart. no matter what you told me, no matter what we were, I struggle to believe if any of it was real part of me hopes none of it was. Z.B✎