My Best Friend Stole My Bride

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November 22, 2017
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I have to say this. I have to tell you. I didn’t mean to. It just happened. You’ll forgive me, wouldn’t you? I’m beating around the bush, aren’t I? It’s cause am scared you’ll walk away.

The truth is, I knew it would happen before it began. The moment you walked into the room with her, I saw her walking down the aisle. I figured she had been there all this while, waiting for you so she could meet me. She was always my other half before you found her. I saw her across the room by your side and I wanted so bad to run to her and give her a kiss. But I managed my feelings. I curbed them the best way I could because I knew she had you – my best friend.

Maybe you’ve guessed but I’ll still tell. I’ve fallen deeply and madly in love with your wife. I wish she were mine but she’s not. I wish I had gotten there first but I didn’t. Now that she’s found you, I wish she didn’t have you. I don’t wish you well, the truth is I hope your love breaks so I can take my place.

Still think I’m beating around the bush? Then please read again and you’ll be able to tell that you’re the asshole who stole my girlfriend.

What do you think? Share your thoughts.

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