“I’m so fucking done, Harry. Just leave me alone!” Your voice could send shockwaves through the town with how loud you just yelled at me and my new “blonde” girlfriend. She’s not even a real blonde.

I and the so-called blonde have been friends for awhile, leading up to our little relationship that we have going on. I always spoke to her a little more than I did with you, I don’t even know why, because now that I let go of you I’m just trying to get you back in a very, very stupid way. I guess there’s nothing worse than your birthday party being ruined by an ex.

You always played dumb, acting like you weren’t skeptical about us but you always knew. I know you did. You always kept quiet when the three of us were together, probably just to keep me a little longer without causing an argument. I hate to admit it, but it took me two weeks to agree on being in a relationship with this girl. It’s so twisted.

I called you paranoid when you began to worry, pressed a kiss to your head and whispered sweet nothings down your ear till you slept the fear away.

Now I show up to parties that I know you’re going to be at, purposefully bringing my girlfriend with me just to make you jealous somehow. It’s a little awkward because now I know it definitely worked, you just humiliated me infront of everyone.