It was like every other Valentine’s Day. Well just about. I’m still alone. No one to spend it with, still crying, still mad. But there was one thing different this year: The person I thought was my closet friend, turned out not to be. He hurt me. AND it simply goes like this: The day before Valentine’s Day, I made cards for random people. They got to chose which card they wanted, and I let them. I had two left (cards) and two more friends left. One card was pink, the other was purple. My closet friend( PS they’re both guys too.) Noah, chose the pink one, and my friend, Connor, chose the purple. Each card had two pieces of candy with it. I told Noah that the pink was was mushy and the purple one was Okay. At about the same time, the each took off the candy and ripped the cards to shreds without even reading it, right in front of my face too! I wanted to cry because I worked very hard on each, but I couldn’t , not in front of them. When we were leaving school I began crying once more. They hurt me so much. :(