I run around my house naked with heels all the time.

That night, I cried. I cried for two weeks. I couldn’t believe what I had done to him. My best friend who I loved. Hadn’t I hurt him enough already? I was playing with his feelings like it was just another game. I was supposed to be that person he always could count on. And now, I had destroyed him. Since that night, I haven’t talked to him. It was six months ago. And since that night, a huge part of my life is missing. Just because I wanted something easy.