Sometimes I wonder if it’s my fault.

If I could’ve changed it with a different word, a different tone, a different setting.

Friends for seven years, and now it seems like the crack that was between us is a canyon, stretching miles and miles beneath the blue sky.

I’ll have to move on.

I knew it from the moment I received the text.

But a bandaid can’t cover up a cut that big.

It would be like trying to heal a sun burn with rubbing alcohol, it just doesn’t work.

It just hurts.

The pain that makes your eyes leak out because your body can’t think of a better response.

The pain you don’t know how you will ever recover from it because no one taught you.

No one teaches you how to handle betrayal.

It’s one of those things you have to learn for yourself.

One of those things where you don’t understand what it is until it happens.

Betrayal.

The end.

The end of a bond.

The end of an era.

It’s time to untie.