The last to know...

Disclaimer: This is a rant. I do not need mental help.

Well, there isn't much that I can say right now that will come out as nice...

I don't want to lose you, he says. You're still my best friend, he says. I love you, he says.

(His) unsaid truth:
I couldn't make time for you when we were trying to work things out. I can't make time for you now. I am too much of a coward to tell you that I am seeing someone already, but I will tell some of our other mutual friends, and then post it on Facebook, so that's how you can find out. And P.S., I can make time for her.

Another nail in the coffin of a broken relationship. A deceased friendship.

I mattered to you that much, eh? Were we even broken up when this all started?

I honestly believed that when you asked for my forgiveness and friendship, you were genuine.

It just happened, he says.

Well, if I see you on the street and turn the other way, sorry, it just happened.