I held the receiver closer to my face and closed my eyes. I wanted to feel compassion, but I couldn’t lie…I had warned her. He was a douche bag and everyone could see it… except for her. Blind optimism, I suppose. I could hear her soft sobs coming over the line.
“I…I never thought that this would happen to me. Everything was so perfect.”
I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. Nothing was ever perfect. He was a boy, she was a girl.
“I know it hurts right now… what he did was horrible. But think of it this way, at least you found out now instead of later when it became serious. Besides, you could do so much better.”
Those were the words that someone had once told me. It only made the hurt worse. I didn’t want anyone else. I had wanted him. But, they had been right. Eventually, I had seen all of the little signs that I should have picked up on. The password protected phone, the faint scent of Chanel in his apartment that he claimed was his mothers, the business trips to “Chicago”. Now my best friend was going through the same thing, and all I could do was watch as my past mistakes unfolded in her life.
That’s the worst thing, I think. Watching someone experience what you’ve already been through. You know what’s going to happen from the beginning, in the middle, and at the end. You can see it coming, but nothing you say or do is going to change their mind. They have to experience it for themselves. Then at the end, they call you crying that night, saying it’s over and they don’t understand why. And you’re stuck re-living your life through theirs without trying… and the pain that you feel in those moments, is far worse than the one on the other end of the phone.
by iminthestars