About a Girl

I had a friend, and I'd never met anyone like this friend before. I'd never "clicked" like that - ever - and I thought that we would be friends until we died. And then something happened, and she stopped being honest with me. I was hurt, and I felt betrayed, and I said as much, and she never. said. a. single. word. Didn't even tell me to go screw myself. Then she lied to someone else about me, and then she lied to someone else about me.

Now I keep having dreams about her, and I'm sad about her, and I hate that either of those things are happening, because I feel justified, and I know she does too.

It's days like this that make me want to move away and pretend none of it ever happened.