I will remember you.

I saw you and smiled, just like old times. I thought about the way our hands would brush, the way my cheeks went red as soon as you looked at me, the butterflies I felt when you talked to me.

Things were different back then, they were simple, normal even. I remember the way we use to talk for hours, how special you were to me and then I remembered the way you tore it all down. Best friends are suppose to be there for you when he tears you apart, not with their tongue down his throat.

I can't face what they did, the betrayal. I think sometimes, what if it had been someone else, would I still ache? The truth is, yes but I wouldn't have lost two people I trusted, only one. She is as much to blame as him. And I can never forgive that, when she knows how hard it is for me to trust a boy.