Honestly, the reason why I don't like her is because I feel like she's taking you away from me. And what I did was just sit back and watch if she does--which she did (from my perspective atleast).
I miss you. I miss hanging out--talking and laughing and sharing deep dark secrets. But I often stop myself because I feel we've grown apart. And since I'm immature, I blame her.
But it's not really her fault. I think it's mine. I distanced myself because I didn't like her. And I'm afraid that if I'm with you, I'd dread every minute because you'll probably talk about her. Yes, I am jealous. And I'm jealous because I knew she would cause this. And she did. But it was still my decision to distance myself that wreck us.