An In between

It never occurred to me why I stayed.  I loved you, or at least I thought I did.  But you chose her.  I'm okay with that.

Your selfish, you're immature, you're horny, and you've got the emotional maturity of a fifteen year old I would suppose.  But it's okay.  I'm here to listen, even when you don't want me to.

I want my best friend back.

You can fuck her.  You can make out with her.  You can take her out on dates you couldn't ever take me too.  I don't care.  I don't fucking care.

I just want my best friend back.

I can hate her all I want for choosing you, and for hurting, like some whatever she is, the person I love.  More than choosing you, for hurting that person.

She took you.  She took that person's heart too.

fine.

I just want my best friend back.

Because you fucking disappear every time.

And I have to figure out how, or why on my own.  And I'm tired.  I need your input too.