I always said “I’ll be fine”
I was okay, cracked around the edges but okay
Always told myself to smile
someone somewhere has it worse than me
Never acknowledged how broken I was.
Until I truly met the girl who I had given the title
“That ***** that broke and stole my best friend”
She dated him longer than I did, true.
He seemed to trust her as much as he trusted me, true as well.
They broke up… and got back together and broke up..and ect.
When they had broken up for good, I decided to make her acquaintance.
Not out of spite or anger, but to extend the olive branch.
And it was here that I met my worst fears.
I saw a girl so hurt, broken and beaten by the guy I idolized.
And realized, take two years off my age…and I was looking in a mirror.
A ******* ******* mirror.
I convinced myself he hadn't hurt me, broken me or changed me..then I realized he’d done more damage than could be repaired.
I saw this all in another girl who might as well have been me.