You said all those nasty and hurtful words.
I thought you were joking.
I deflected them at first, but then when you didn't smile or laugh they sank into me.
Like sinking into quicksand; it was slow and there was no escape.
You walked out and I stood there, sinking.
You never looked back and you never apologized.
You just kept walking away, leaving me to be engulfed by your words.
I was in denial and thought you would text me or call me.
I thought you would try to make it up or something.
I'd never think in a million years that you, my best friend, would do something to hurt me.
I waited and waited.
The minutes turned into hours. Those hours turned into days.
Those days turned into weeks. And those weeks turned into months.
But then I suddenly stopped waiting.
I knew that you meant the words you said.
Somehow I just knew you did.
I knew you were really gone.
You were serious.