Traitor

Traitor.

Bastard.

Girlfriend thief.

I deserve the titles...

I was a fool then. A love sick, bloody fool who didn't even know what he had until everything went to hell. And for what?

A woman I had loved so dearly, I betrayed my best friend to have and to hold.

For years I fought my feelings for her, knowing that it was wrong to feel this way for a taken woman. But she then came to me, and told me she loved me... I couldn't fight it anymore.

That day I screwed over the best friend I ever had and stole his girlfriend.

I am not the most handsome man (far from it), but she made me feel as if it never mattered. She made it seem like she cared for me. Loved me for who I was, even with my faults.

Until I found out her secret, her real passion: Breaking Hearts.

At the time it was a shock to me when I found out she was only using me for comfort after getting into a fight with my friend. Using my heart and soul as toys while she looked for some better man to satisfy her. The shock and betrayal only grew when I discovered just how many others she had used in such a manner.

I should have seen it coming. She so easily betrayed my friend, why not betray me the same way?

I was a blind, selfish fool to betray my best friend for such a person. But a traitor like me deserved it. I deserved everything I got that day and I hate myself for being such a weak bastard. Every ounce of heartache, pain and loathing, I deserve.

I'll never know why he forgave me for my crime, when I can't even forgive myself...