girl, please

I saw the Facebook messages she sent you, I saw the replies you sent her. I saw her name on your phone one day and how it magically disappeared the next. I saw the post she put up about your "true colors," how since you flirted with her it meant you were done with me.

No ones stopping you from leaving. If you're not happy, I'm done.

There is not many guys I would even bother thinking about staying with as I move off to college. I thought I had something with you that no one else could touch, but she touched it. She messed this whole thing up. Some blonde, attention seeking girl messed this whole thing up. Why couldn't you just let my love for you be enough, and not have to pass out attention to other girls as well?

I think what makes me mad the most is the fact that I have to find out my information through everyone but you. It's almost as if you are hiding things from me, that you can't be honest and open. If you would have told me she was over at your house from noon to midnight, I wouldn't have heard exaggerated rumors. If you would have told me about the Facebook messages, I wouldn't of had to read them in the first place. If you would have let me see the text messages she sent you instead of quickly deleting them all before I got back into town, we wouldn't have these problems. But maybe, if I knew the whole truth, we would have bigger problems than what we do now.

You call me stupid for getting upset over this. You call me dramatic because you guys are "just friends." That's not friendship. That's the beginning of me chanting "cheater" and walking away from you for good this time. No more chances to prove yourself, because I've already given you too many. Someday all those lovey dovey country songs will make sense, but not today. Nothing makes sense today.

Girl please, back off.

(I know this was a direct blog post, but I really had to get this out of my system. Sorry I broke the "blog rules")