My dear friend, do you know when we played together, we fell and got up on top of each other and blew on our knees not to sting? You don't know, otherwise you wouldn't have come up with the idea to kneel on me.
Do you know when we played mother and father and pretended to have a family, do you know how happy we were? I grew up and life gave us different paths, maybe mine would have been better, but it wasn't my fault and I tried to make yours as easy as possible. But you don't know that either. Do you know when we promised ourselves that we would be inseparable? I don't know what happened to you, I see you're dealing with the breakup. I couldn't forget what we promised and I was still there to pick you up and blow you away.
There you found me in the office door when you didn't have a job, there you found me in the dressing room door for whatever you needed, in the door of my house inviting you to be at your house. Maybe I've invited you too many times, maybe you've felt too at home, who knows. We were there on the couch continuing to talk and tell each other secrets. But you, dear friend, have confused things and become a secret to me. You confused the bedrooms and you confused the men, you killed me.
Maybe it hurts now, maybe it hurts that you were stupid, I don't know, in fact, which of us took the prize for stupidity, but I can't breathe anymore, when I can barely breathe. I can't breathe when your knife behind me turns into a lie. I can't and can't understand how you looked me in the eye, how you could hug me now and then. I don't understand where your head was to become one of the fools who hopes to be more than fun and what the hell you thought, when you've known me for so long and you know you could never lie to me, not too much.
Are you stupid? I was there and when you learned to lie, did you forget? I don't even know how many years have passed since then, many, many years in which maybe we didn't even need words to talk to each other and you hoped you could lie. I also grew up playing family, you started dreaming about mine. You were like that and you thought, smart as a plum, what would it be like to do the jobs in that office, what would it be like for you to open the door of my house, right? But what do you think, we can both be called the same in the bulletin? Where are you, because I don't see you in my place? You could have been smart, my dear friend, but you chose to be stupid.
How it feels? Hum? No job, no friends? How do the eyes of acquaintances feel, how does that man who loved you and whom you sold for the illusion of a status look at you? How does it feel that he, who is my husband, is not giving you two bucks? How do you feel when he sleeps at home every night and wipes the dust off your desk with you? How it feels to think of you and wish I could have lived in the time of the Inquisition in which witches were burned at the stake. You are not a witch, you do not flatter yourself, because you have not conquered anyone. You're just an evolved form of prostitute. A prostitute who does not make money on the route, but prostitutes herself in her friend's house, but, even if washed and perfumed, no, I gave you a free hand, she still remains a whore.
Do you know what you did, my dear friend? You became one of those women we swore we would never be. Do you know how we differ from you? By the fact that we were there when they only had two pairs of sneakers and 3 T-shirts and yet we stayed with the years. When the money came, so did you, I didn't even expect you to sit on my couch, but life has a black humor that I can only respect. And they know this and will not choose to give back what they have "bought" with their souls and years for what they can have at any time, now buying with money. They know that if I go bankrupt tomorrow, we'll be there for you. I'll leave it to you, I'll step on my pride and I'll give it to you now ready, it has everything it needs, I've done well all these years, it seems, but come on, see? It's coming? She doesn't come That I'm beautiful, I'm weak, I'm a lady and I've always been there for her. Eh, come on, don't cry now, there's no one to hold you. When you're stupid, my dear, life is hard.
To forgive you? I can't forgive a man who doesn't exist. May life forgive you, which does not show much signs, may yours forgive you, may you forgive yourself. Thank you, it's good and clean from time to time among friends. Garbage takes up space and spoils feng shui. Thank you, I didn't know I could give so much to people either. It's another matter that they got on me, but I'm at peace with myself. I'll be fine, I hope you learn to take care of yourself.
I'm sorry, my dear friend, with all my love, but you were a whore. A bad one.
