Burning up my childhood

This takes some explanation I guess. Remember that tree that used to be in my backyard? The one that me and my friends climbed every day and stayed up in for hours? When we cut it down a few years back, I saved some of the twigs and promised myself that I would burn them as a representation of my childhood being gone. Today was the day.

I don't believe that text for a fucking second. Before work: your car was gone. After work: it was back. Instead of making me worry about you and your future, just tell me you don't want to be my goddamn friend. At least have the balls to tell me face to face that you chose him over me again. I don't know what even happened, but at this point I'm just giving up. I said I'd never let you go, and I never did. I said I'd never let you fall, and I always meant it. You were going to be the godfather to my children. At one point I was going to give you children. So much of me always saw me marrying you just out of happiness. And it's all gone. My love isn't though. I'll love you forever. I've loved you for too long to just stop. Best of luck in life, and I truly mean it. xxxx