You played it off like you were joking.
But inside you were dying.
I should've known.
I was your best friend.
Still am.
So why didn't I see the pain in your eyes?
Behind your eyes?
You cried.
And all I did was look away.
Yes, it pained me to see you hurt.
But there was nothing I could do about it.
Your mind was made up.
You knew what it would do to me.
You knew I would crack.
And that's exactly what I did.
I jumped off my marble pedestal,
Into the ocean of concrete.
My porcelain shattered into a million pieces.
My flawless facade would forever be damaged.
It was then that I cried.
I cried for myself.
But mostly I cried for you.
Because you would never cry again.
And for that,
I'm sorry.