How could you?
I thought we were best friends… We are going to be roommates next year… We were already roommates this past Fall!!! WE ARE BROTHERS. I don’t give two shits about some girl. You should know that by now.
Sure, I liked her. Sure, I wanted to go out with her. Sure, I had the same feelings for her that you do. And I had them first. I met her first. I asked her out first. She said yes TO ME. Then you met her, and did you really think it was okay to ask her to the dance… Then to ask her out?
Did you see how I reacted? I thought there was some misunderstanding. I wanted to –no– I NEEDED to believe that there was some mistake. Then, when I came to talk to you and you brushed me off like it was nothing. I couldn’t even wrangle a few sentences out of you as I paced back and forth your damn room.
Fuck you bro, who the fuck do you think you are? Do you really think I want to be writing this? I don’t care that you did what you did! I just fucking hate that you didn’t tell me the way you felt. I hate even more that you did this behind my back. Most of all, I hate how you thought so little of our friendship. I’m disgusted that you weren’t truthful with me!!
I doubt we’ll ever have the same camaraderie that we had before this happened. Truthfully, I regret that more than anything else in the world.
Now, every time I talk to you, I question what brotherhood means to you… what our friendship meant to you… what I, a damn good friend, meant to you. And it hurts more than I could ever explain face to face.