I’m sure you’ll never read this. I’m sure even if you do, you’ll never think it’s about you (times like this, I’m glad my ex-super-close-lunch-date-friend has a relatively common name). I still think about you most days. You were a good person to talk to.
So, you’re back with your ex-actual-girlfriend? Or did you break up again? And if that’s the case, are you temporarily seeing another transitory substitute girl to fill the lonely gaps peppering your eternal, unsuccessful, mutually destructive relationship with “that girl” you apparently don’t respect and who admittedly doesn’t respect you? The whole emotionally draining, uncomfortable, recursive situation intrigues me.
I left our ephemeral relationship without closure, so here is my goodbye: I’ve never met anyone who can mean the exact opposite of what they say quite like you can, you indecisive, immature, disloyal child. I hope you get what you’re after; it seems to coincide with what you deserve.
Until we awkwardly bump into each other again,
P.S. I wrote a song about your small man parts and performed it in front of a public audience. It was either that or key your car.