I’ll never be comfortable with you hanging out with him late at night ever again. It’s not that I don’t trust you, I’m just not sure what it is. I want to be able to trust you and never have to worry about you doing something stupid, but I just can’t think that way. I was hurt so bad. I’ll never be able to get the words out of my head when I told you to hand me the bag and I knew you were hiding something. I love you more than anyone and anything, but people will never understand that things like that really hit a soft spot in me. Every Time I’m not with you, I think about it. Every Time we talk about it in school, I think about it. Every Time I hear your fucking douche-bag of a best friend talk, I think about it. It will never be erased from my memory. Never. I wish I could forget it. I wish I could rewind time and just fix it. Do something so that it wouldn’t have happened. But I realized that we may not have as strong of a relationship as we do now if it hadn’t of happened. It’s just the little sick feeling I get in my stomach every time I picture you smoking. It makes me want to roll up in a little ball and start crying. I know that you never want to hurt me again, but the fact that you’re so awful with peer pressure terrifies me. I just don’t want to lose you.
