Thank You
at first i found it hard to accept another boy
i got jealous
my best bud found another best bud
so i was upset
i got worried
worried about what would happen
would she leave me?
does she still like me?
am i still good enough?
thoughts plagued my mind
it was the black death of worry
it came to haunt me
but....
i was wrong
she did still love me
she did still want to talk to me
her best bud became my best bud
he has helped me through all my tough times
he has listened to me and given me his full honesty
he has help me
but most importantly...
he has helped her.
thank you ethan!
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