They say best friends are forever, but how long is forever? What is forever?
I see my childhood looming in the past, glaring at me. It says, "How dare you let him get between you?! Just forgive, it's not like any of it really matters, she's happy, you should be to!!!", "How dare you let that other girl take your place?! When in fact that girl is just saying the things people want to hear, not what they need to hear. Not the truth, just two faced lies.
I want to scream back at the past, and ask questions like, "How could you let this happen to us?! You had a big part in this as well.
Things swirl around in my mind, leaving me dazed, confused. Hurt.
She's like me but she's not, she's herself, in a disguis as me. Feeding to you the lied I refuse to tell you because I truly am your bestfriend. And I'm someone who doesnt want to hurt you, but also isn't afraid to tell you the truth so you don't get hurt even worse.
Now here I am. I have no one here to help me struggle with this. You have her, the Frankie-In-Disguis, who'll be there until something really terrible happens, then her skin will fade back to look like herself.
And since I'm to god damned devoted to us, to our friendship, to our love for one another, to our sisterhood, I'll come back and help you pick up the pieces, like i've done millions of times before, with no one else's help. I'll even pick up the pieces the Fake Frankie left behind.
So, I'm here, You're there, with her, and you won't understand, until she leaves you to cry, all alone.
