I guess I can't take it anymore. This is where I can be true so why hide at all?
Have you experienced the feeling of being bittersweet yet so poignant that you can't pinpoint which is the bitter and the sweet?
You trusted someone and you can't imagine how a trust can turn so treacherous... The bitterness I felt was because I considered you as a friend. I thought, of all people, you would understand. You would support me. But there you are, just because I was not there, you kissed him. Was it sweet?
I need to wash my hands on this. You said you miss me. He said, he misses me. I can't just see the two of you and think of you as friends anymore. You knew and he knew how I felt about him. You know how I treasure our friendship and how I treasure what he and I had.
I don't' have the right, I know. But you also don't have the right to back-stab me even if you did not mean to. It's over, Lestat.