I am the bad woman who stole my best friend's boyfriend. He looked exactly like my first love, whom I still had feelings for, so I desperately wanted him and set a trap to make her suspect he was cheating, leading to their breakup. I advised my best friend to break up with him, pretended to worry about his weakened state, and took advantage of his drunkenness to have sex with him. This second chance at first love, I will never let go… In the heartbreak song I sent to my best friend, I included his habits that only someone intimate would know. Sorry for being such a nasty mount woman.
