I left.

He didn't notice. That's good, I suppose.
I'm acting like a child. Deleting his number, and hers as well.
Both of them. I wonder if she knew what was going through my mind while she told me about their conversations.
I'm glad she told me about them speaking to one another, and I honestly didn't mind it until she said she is a home wrecker.
That's when I changed my view on everything. I went off into my negative state of mind, in which I haven't been in since middle school.

It's been so long since I've seen this type of betrayal.
To hear the types of lies she spoke, and to hear how her voice said something completely different.
I never spoke to him. He never called. Hardly ever texted me.
She speaks to him. He calls her. He texts her daily.

I think that's what bothered me the most, to know that everyone got along with him, without even trying.
No matter what I did, we never got along as great as I thought we would.

I wanted more. Something I couldn't have. It led me to hope for more, and expect more.
When I didn't get what I was hoping for, it slapped me back into reality.

I realized that I trusted the wrong girl.
I hoped for something I knew I wasn't going to get.
I let someone in, someone I didn't even know.

I'm glad I learned just enough from this.
Just enough, is enough for me.