This is to let you know that I knew about it all along—that you read the sent items in my phone (in spite of my kindness in lending it, you intruded my privacy still); that you told them what you read; that you preferred to spill it out than to keep quiet to save the friendship at least; that you have not talked to me first, just to clear things up, before squealing the information to them; that you remained quiet despite all the mess that happened; that you acted as if nothing big transpired; that YOU, my dear friend, have forsaken me.
You know you were precious to me. I kept on telling you that you were my confidante. I thought you were cherishing this fact. Yet, everything was ruined because of a move in which I, up to now, do not know if this idiocy was carefully scrutinized before implementing it. It is very obvious that you have not thought of its results especially to me, have you? Do you know what issues keep on bugging me until now? Two things: (1) that you were unfair in friendship—you preferred them over me regardless of what the causes and the effects would be, and (2) that you secretly wanted my downfall.
You were there when the worst things in my life happened. Have you thought that the consequences of what you did were few of those? Yet you have not spoken to me about them. Why not? It has been two years, right? You owe me an explanation.
I will still remain silent. I will not demand for anything cogent. But I am looking forward to the day that you will come to me and will voluntarily tell me everything—no hesitations, no influence of other people. I will not want you to gather insights first before approaching me. I want the real you to give me the answers I need, someday.
For the mean time, just like what you are currently doing, I will pretend that everything is cool. But I hope that the status quo will not last long. I want everything to be clarified SOON.
You know you were precious to me. I kept on telling you that you were my confidante. I thought you were cherishing this fact. Yet, everything was ruined because of a move in which I, up to now, do not know if this idiocy was carefully scrutinized before implementing it. It is very obvious that you have not thought of its results especially to me, have you? Do you know what issues keep on bugging me until now? Two things: (1) that you were unfair in friendship—you preferred them over me regardless of what the causes and the effects would be, and (2) that you secretly wanted my downfall.
You were there when the worst things in my life happened. Have you thought that the consequences of what you did were few of those? Yet you have not spoken to me about them. Why not? It has been two years, right? You owe me an explanation.
I will still remain silent. I will not demand for anything cogent. But I am looking forward to the day that you will come to me and will voluntarily tell me everything—no hesitations, no influence of other people. I will not want you to gather insights first before approaching me. I want the real you to give me the answers I need, someday.
For the mean time, just like what you are currently doing, I will pretend that everything is cool. But I hope that the status quo will not last long. I want everything to be clarified SOON.
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