I dated a guy. He was my best friend. He knew absolutely everything about me and we did everything together. But one day, he was all over another girl at a friend’s birthday party. We had to leave early, and I told him that he upset me. He yelled at me; he said I was stupid for being jealous. A week or so later, he told me that I was the most negative person he had ever met and that he wished he was single. I made him single. Two days later, he’s with that girl. She’s beautiful, an extremely talented percussionist, bubbly personality, but not a very good reputation. He destroyed me. He forgot that I was his best friend. He forgot that he trusted me to let me be there when he cried. He forgot that I held his hand when his brother got arrested. He forgot that I almost quit my job because he didn’t like it. He forgot that I put up with him through all the times he made me cry. He forgot that he took care of me when I was sick. He forgot all the things I gave up to make him happy. He just forgot that he used to care about me. I’m nothing to him. Why does he still mean something to me?