They say that if a friendship lasts seven years, it’ll last forever—but you proved to be the exception when after 20 years of friendship you finally reached your limit. And over 20 years of friendship felt like a lifetime… especially when you’ve spent them in love with the same person. Taylor captivated you in every sense of the word. It wasn’t just physical—since you met her in elementary school, you were completely, hopelessly in love with her. It was her. All of her. Every time she talked about a new boyfriend or some guy she was casually seeing, you smiled and pretended to care—knowing you’d cry yourself to sleep that night. More than 20 years, holding on to the hope that maybe—after yet another failed relationship—she’d realize the one person who truly loved her, inside and out, was the same girl she once played dolls with all those years ago. It wasn’t healthy anymore… crying until you vomited, wishing you could rip your heart out just to stop feeling, drinking just to forget that the love of your life was completely straight and would never be yours, drowning in self-pity, not being able to watch yourself in the mirror anymore… it wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t fair—to anyone. You faded a little more each day, and as if that weren’t painful enough… Taylor noticed. She tried to be kind, but every hug, every kiss on the cheek, every laugh, every sleepover, every moment you shared was agony. So you snapped. You’d thought more than once about ending everything, but told yourself that would be dramatic, right? So you drank. Again. That’s why you went to her house. That’s why you knocked on her door. That’s why you spoke through tears.