July 11, 12:04 am.

I'm feeling mentally exhausted. I just talked to you, and in a way, I kind of managed to spill everything. Well, almost. Some things I just couldn't keep inside. I just had to say them. We had a conversation for over one hour.

I started by opening your texts:

You: Stephanie.

You: Please. You can't tell anyone what happened, okay? Please.

You: I'll give you money if you want.

You: For the friendship we have.

I finally answered.

Me: What is wrong with you?

You: Nothing, I just don't want you to tell her anything.

Me: Tell her what? That you cheated on her by using my best friend? Are you kidding me? DO you really only care about yourself?

You: Please, I'll give you fifty dollars.

Me: Are you really doing this? Who do you think I am?

You: Okay, so you don't want money. Then just don't tell her. For the frienship we have.

Me: Can't you see?! We're not friends! you changed so much from one day to the other!

You: Oh, God. Are you really doing this?

Me: Yeah, I never said this to you but you changed a lot! I don't know you! I tried to, but you didn't let me. You betrayed your girlfriend with my best friend!

You: Stephanie.

You: Laurel has my cellphone password. She can see this. Don't ever do that again.

Me: You know what, Tyler? Fine. I won't tell her. I still respect the frienship we once had. But just so you know, you've disappointed me. I never thought you would be able to do this.

You: Thank you. This really means a lot. So please, delete this conversation and I'll do the same. Promise me you'll delete it.

Me: It's deleted. You don't have anything to worry about.

You: Can I call you? I need to tell you some stuff.

Me: Yeah, whatever...

I deleted the conversation. Not for you, Tyyler. But for everything we've ever been through.
Some minutes later, you called me.

You: Hey...

Me: Hey...

You: Thanks for doing this. Really.

Me: You should tell her the truth. You would want to know, wouldn't you? She has the right to know.

You: No, of course not. It was a stupid mistake. I was mad, and...

Me: So that's it? When you're mad you keep kissing other girls?

You: No, I love her.

Me: No, you feel everything for her; except love. You don't love her. You don't do these kinds of things with people you love.

You: I-I gotta go. I'll see you later.

I didn't even bother to say goodbye. I just hung up the phone.