I remember that at one time we were friends. What happened. You leave and I leave and now we are enemies. No. It was her, just because I am gone doesn't mean she is yours. I know you were always there for her. I know you were the one that took her away. I won't blame her, because I love, loved, her. I never expected it to be you. You were my best friend for 12 years. We used to play in the back yard, baseball and football were our favorite things. Then we grew older, we liked cars and girls.

It was in the seventh grade that I met her. By the third month of school we were going "steady". You had your girlfriends, one after another. I stayed with her. For seven years. I told you everything. Out first kiss, out first dance, our first time. Everything. It was you who always shadowed it all. You went through girl after girl, all the time you were jealous. Sometimes I wondered why you never wanted to double date. I am surprised you held it all in for so long. Graduation night you didn't have a choice. I know it all. Everything that happened. I don't care, all of it is your fault.

When we all left for college, I was the first to leave. She called me for the last time that night, right after I got there. I dididn't speak to her for two months. All the while you were telling her lies. You know it as well as she did. Now, because of you, we will never see her again. You have caused all the pain I have felt up until now to seem like nothing. I went to the hospital even after the words we said to each other. You never showed up. I doubt you even know what took her. It doesn't matter. She did it herself. Do you realize what that means to everyone else? You hear what is being said. People gossip to you as much as they do to me. You aren't immune. Do you even care?

I hope that when you die, you feel the pain she did. I hope it hurts worse than she hurt. I hope I am there, that I am the last face you see. I hope I am crying, because I will be the only one in that room that has any pity for you. No one will come to your bedside, because no one will care. Just like you didn't care. No one.

Pathetically Yours,