It doesn't matter what I thought

This isn't even a fandom thing. I tried to conjure up a scenario to channel it through, but I couldn't find one in my mental catalog, so this is just me being pissed.

Or maybe just sad.

See, I thought we were friends.
Talking friends.
Maybe not confiding friends or secret-telling friends, but actual friends.
Guess not.
(maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion)
(maybe I'm being immature)
(maybe I'm just wrong)

You came to town and you told my brother.
You planned to visit and he knew and I didn't.
Apparently when you have time you talk to him and not me.

In fact...when you called that once, were you intending to reach him and your finger slipped?
You seemed surprised and not that eager to talk.
Yeah. That was probably a mistake.
Well then.

(I could be blowing this out of proportion)
(I could be being immature, and how's that for phrasing)
(I could just be wrong)
(I hope I am wrong about you)
(because I thought)
I thought we were friends.
Actual friends.
Guess not.