Betrayal
What I don't understand is why he didn't call. Or even tell me in person. He's such an idiot sometimes. I mean, sure, I was going to be upset, God knows I am now, but he could have at least TOLD me. Me, the one who he used to tell EVERYTHING to. Me, the one who he feels most comfortable with, who he's most honest with. Damnit, why doesn't he realize that he means the world to me, and that it hurts me when he doesn't tell me things. Even more so than it would have if he Had told me. And the worst part is, he lied to me. He blatently lied to me. And I believed him. I believed him because he has never had any reason to lie to me before. I trusted him, and therefore I let him convince me that he wasn't going to do it. And now he comes trying to say he's sorry and I don't know if I can belive him. I want to, but it's hard because he may lie again. He wants me to hate him. He thinks I should be able to. The crazy thing is that I can't hate him. I am utterly and completely unable to hate him. It's just that he really doesn't seem to care all that much...