let's be honest,

we both knew it wouldn't work. what i hate most is that i lost you to someone who treats you like you're some kind of toy, like you're just another object in his ever expanding collection of things that make him temporarily happy. i know it was over the week i went to stay with you. seeing you two together, so happy, made my heart sink to a new low. we'd had the same conversation several times in those couple days i was there. i would tell you that it was getting harder for us to be together when he was so obviously upset about having to share you with someone else. and in retrospect, i understood where he was coming from. i didn't want to share you, either. i know he makes you happy, so it was easy for me to let you go. but i didn't fully. i still want things to be the way they were. but i don't want to complicate things for you. so i'm still on my seemingly never ending search for the one who will steal my heart like he stole yours. you're still my best friend, and that's what is most important to me. but i'll never forget what we had, even if it was only for a short period of time. it was the best time i've ever had.