It hurt because you were (still are) important to me
It hurt because of quiet nights behind locked doors were secrets were whispered and friendships were formed
It hurts because for a very long time you were my soul, my confidant, my crutch.
A dependency was formed between me and you
Until I started to change and suddenly our worlds were not as connected
Our priorities different.
It hurt because you knew just how to hurt me and you did
It hurts because I still taste betrayal and accusations on the tip of my tongue
But most of all it hurts because I am thinking of a life without you in it.