The Man You Left Behind
SS by Ing

 

Dear Britney,
 
Tell me, why do I feel this pain deep inside of me? Why is it that each time somebody says your name, I sense a hand tugging at one half of my broken heart? I can ball my hands into fists and clench my teeth tightly together….but we both still know what happened. Both of us know exactly what you are.
 
Do you remember the day I told you I loved you? I do. It was the day you told me the same in return. But looking back now, I recall none of the burning passion and love in your eyes as there was in mine. All your eyes held was darkness.
 
You were never truthful with me. You told me that I was the only one…that you loved me and would forever more. But it was all a lie. All you were is lies.
 
I was simply a trophy for you to flaunt. And you enjoyed it, didn’t you? You enjoyed watching as eyes lit up along that red carpet when they saw you with me. You were the centre of attention. The piecé de rèsistance. You lapped up the attention, leaving me as the faithful, yet naïve escort standing in the background. I don’t know why I didn’t see it at the time. I guess I was just blinded by my love for you. I can’t believe I was so stupid as to suppose you actually loved me back. You were a deceitful and cunning being. You lied to me…
 
It took me so long to finally see it when the guys were telling me all along. I guess this teaches me to listen to my best friends and not a girl. There’s that old saying: Girlfriends come and go, but best friends are forever. I like that saying. It holds true.
 
I remember the night you told me good bye. I was at a show and when I returned to my hotel room at one am, there, lying upon my pillow was a note. It said that you’d gone and that you weren’t coming back. It said that you’d never loved me and that our whole relationship was just a sham so you could achieve status in the celebrity world. It said that you’d laughed at my naïveté behind my back with your friends. Your friends who commended you upon snaring a member of one of the most popular groups around. “Think of the presents! Think of the clothes!” they said.
 
Whatever happened to think of the love?
 
You used me…you hurt me. Tell me, why isn’t there a remedy for a broken heart?
 
Truthfully,
The man you left behind.

 

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