I could never reveal the secrets of another. I could never repeat words spoken to me in hushed, vulnerable confidence.


Trust is a virtue I pride in myself, I know I am worthy of secret keeping. I could be harmed one hundred times over and, still, I’d never utter a single word.


So why was it so easy for you to unleash things I whispered in your ear, trusted you with, for others to see? Exposing my most vulnerable insecurities without warning. I feel betrayed, I feel stabbed in the back.


And mostly, I feel heartbroken.


Because you don’t love me the same way I love you. You turned on me with ease, and now I will never trust you.