The Last Letter to the Last Boy Who Broke My Heart.

I guess you stopped calling around the time you told your big mouthed firend, Mike what we did: I cheated on my boyfriend with you - your bestfriend, because you promised You'd never hurt me. I devoted and discarded countless hours to you, just because of The way you smiled, not really at me- at anything- The way you put one arm around me while I slept I slept well because you promised You'd never hurt me. In the last three months I've had my heart ripped out three times. I'm not sure how I'm suprised that the only reason You've called in three weeks is to ask me if it was my bank book you had found in your truck - and then promptly said Goodbye when it wasn't. And I began to realized how much of a lie you'd told when you promised You'd never hurt me. So, today when I had my own way of saying goodbye, I didn't care to have enough respect for you to say this to your face: "I know it doesn't make a difference to you, so, I'm just writting this to make myself feel better: Liar." ... because you promised You'd never hurt me. But you did, you really did. Written January 18th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 08:44 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1