EggrawlQueen

Matthew laid the letter he'd been reading on his coffee table. Pushing a hand through his thick hair, he moved to stand before sinking slowly back into the cushions of the couch. He'd read that piece of paper so many times by now the words appeared in his mind without effort. "I just wanted you to know, how badly you've hurt me," the opening line rang through his head in the voice of a most likely impaired, Russian man. He shut his eyes tightly, rubbing them with callous fingers, but the mans voice continued on. "I can no longer look at you and call you friend." Shoving onto his feet unsteadily, he teetered over to a desk in the corne

I just wanted you to know, how badly you've hurt me. To watch you fall in love with someone else and slowly push me out of your heart has irrevocably affected how I see you. I can no longer look at you and call you friend. We're not. We're not even enemies. In fact I don't hate you for what happened. I can't, & I know because I tried. For a while I wanted you to hurt just as bad as I do. I wanted your new love to shatter and for you wallow in misery akin to mine. I dreamed about your lover leaving you for all the things you could never be. I thought of ways to make your life harder. To be so obstinate and ornery and such a bli