You say I'm the closest one out of the three. Seeing is believing, and what I saw doesn't make me believe a single word you said. Lies upon lies? Do you really mean about anything you say?

Like a child who gets caught red-handed stealing from the cookie jar, you did it thrice to me. You took a dagger and stabbed me straight in the heart, ripped it out for everyone to see and sliced it.

Why didn't you wanna talk to me anything about it? Why make useless attempts to cover what happened with more lies?

Even though I still want to be your friend, you don't seem as though you want to. You said," Thank you for the fishes." So is this the end of our friendship even? If you really wanted to salvage anything, i think you know what to do. But sometimes pride blinds our eyes to see things clearly.