So called relationship

Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic. Maybe it was was wrong for me to think that there's a mutual respect for the person you're with when you're in a relationship. An agreement that you should be faithful to each other. That means not telling one of her best friends that you have feelings for them, and flirting with them.

Maybe it was just me.

I mean, the least you could have done was tell me the truth, instead of lying through your teeth and trying to make me swoon with the words i love you that I know you don't mean, because let's be honest: it was only, what, two weeks?

Don't bullshit me.

So it's not about the feelings that were formed. It was about the trust that was broken. Because yeah, I trusted you.

It was about the ego that was slightly bruised for that split second when the truth really came out. Because no matter how well I can pretend that I came out unscathed, I know that's not true.

So call me a hopeless romantic. Tell me that what I want is illogical, and watch as I continue to look for someone who actually respects me enough to tell me the truth, to love me completely, with no intention of making me share you with someone else.

In the end, though, I'm the one who's gonna come out stronger, remembering you as some douche with an oversized ego and overused pickup lines.

And our so-called relationship? What's more to say?