Friends? No, we can’t be friends. In a perfect world, that would be perfect. But this is not perfection.
I trusted you. Trusted you to love me. Trusted you to want me. Trusted you to want to be with me. Trusted you to not replace me. Perhaps, more than I have ever trusted anyone.
But now you don’t want to be with me? You’ve decided I’m not good enough for you? You want something more? You’ve bought your happiness at the expense of mine? Friends?
No, we can’t be friends, because I thought we were. Perfect love would forgive you. But this is not perfection.
Whoever that is…give them a swift punch in the face, from me.