I have many names, but only one will suffice for now. I am a Thief.
You know me. You trust me. I am your best friend, and I am about to pull the greatest heist in the world.
I've been stealing from you for a while. It started off with something small and insignificant. You didn't even notice it was gone, but I took it. Don't worry, you won't even miss it. Trust me.
Of course, this first theft led to something bigger, something pseudo-important. You were actually quite drunk at the time, so you really didn't notice it was gone. But, since I have just told you, you now know how I have progressed to the big job I am about to pull off.
I then took some more of the first things I removed, but of course, they were small and of not matter to you. You never really thought much about it, but it's all making sense now, ain't it?
Oh sure, you didn't care about the little things, but now... Well, now you realize what I have taken, and you're probably slightly ticked, but you'll forgive me. You always have. That's why we're friends.
I stopped removing things from you for a while to throw off, or at least, you thought so... I can't believe how blind you were to how much you were losing. I mean, seriously, I can hardly believe you didn't notice. Excuse me while I laugh at your expense, surrounded by the things you have lost.
Larger items began to disappear from you collection, but you thought you'd find them again. You poor, sad, demented bastard. You don't even know that the big one is at hand, and you sit there, complacent, happy in your own little world...
There, it's done. I've now removed your most prized posession, and you didn't even see it coming. That's why I am such a great thief, and you will always end up being robbed blind. I hope you have learned from this experience. You probably haven't, but you will in time.
I could give them back to you, the little things, but they led to the grand prize and I find them too precious. In case you were wondering what it was, you poor, misguided loser, that I stole...
It started with a moment, just one, single, solitary moment.
When you were drunk, I stole a kiss, but you were hammered and didn't care.
The moments amounted into hours, and more. You thought we were 'hanging out' and we were, but it evolved into something more.
You got a little paranoid that we were spending time together, so we stopped hanging out, at least, with you knowing.
I then stole more kisses, but you didn't know about that, did you? You were busy with work and other things. She said you were often busy, which led to the bigger things.
Her mind, her soul, her spirit, her happiness, they all belonged to me. You didn't catch on when we all hung out, and ate dinner and watched a movie. You didn't even see the longing gaze I was giving her, and oh, how we laughed. You thought it was an inside joke, and it was, the joke was on you.
Then, as the coup de grace, I stole her heart. She was mine, no longer yours.
You wept, you called me names. Many of those names now hang above my head whenever I see you. You mutter them under your breath because we don't talk anymore, you have exiled me. That's alright, you'll forgive me. You'll blame it on her, and we'll be friends again, it'll just take time... Then, I'll steal from you again, you or someone else like you. And then those names will again resurface. 'Liar', 'Cheat', 'Player', 'Hustler', and many others but the one I have decided to take and keep forever is 'Thief.'