To the first:

You were my best friend. She was a friend. You told me you loved me; I yelled at you to never say it again. But you did. Then that you needed me most of all. You did too...until she found out. But it's okay to be confused at 16, right? I loved you too...

To the second:

You wanted me. I didn't want you. I passed you off to a good friend. Then you wanted her. She turned into a cold bitch. You weren't happen. What I had chosen instead...made me unhappy as well. A lonely night, made for love. You and I created a series of mistakes. We hurt a lot of people, including each other. How much do we care, though, my dear, darling friend? How much?

To the third:

I knew you for two years...but I never knew you. I had this picture of you in my mind that she had created. It wasn't you. I don't know how you ended up where you are, but it's not where you belong. You deserve more. She deserves less. We never did anything wrong. But...I love you too. We can't do anything...she's like family and you are too scared to leave her. Goodbye, pussy cat.

To the second, again:

Ten months. We go in circles. I didn't wait for you. I don't love you, but I know I could if we ever sorted our selves out. We are both screwed up. Can we try this again, dear?