Getting Naked

“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.”

Do you know how I figured it out?

"Gossip".

I remembered the day someone asked you about me, and you replied "I don't do gossip."
And suddenly, one-and-half weeks after you had flatly denied everything... I remembered something you said.. "Don't be so glued to gossip."

That's when it clicked. And I started asking questions. And things crystallized for me.

This is why I am disappointed with you.

Because I got naked with you. And.. well, I can't be sure of anything with you at this point, but I thought that you got naked with me too.

I opened up my soul, let you in. And you were privy to my thoughts, fears, hopes and dreams.
You opened up and I knew your goals, your fears, your past, your troubles.

Someone told me, that you had once described what we had as beyond anything you had experienced.

How easily you forgot.

And just like that..
You destroyed something, that was so special.

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Grace put her pen down, as a rogue tear made it past her cheeks, and dropped onto the last word turning it into a blur.

She turned to her phone and read through her chat history...
And wondered, what the hell had happened.

How a sweet, sincere guy who seemed down to earth, could have morphed to this vindictive, spiteful, vengeful and hurtful creature with nary a thought for her feelings, even as a friend.

“What irritated me most in that entire situation was the fact that I
wasn’t feeling humiliated, or annoyed, or even fooled. Betrayal was
what I felt, my heart broken not just by a guy I was in love with, but
also by, as I once believed, a true friend.” 
― Danka V., The Unchosen Life