I don’t know why I think of you that often. You were a high school sweetheart and though we broke up on and off after that, it was never for incompatible personalities.
To this day, I feel we never gave it our best shot.
San Francisco was fun, but you eff’d up. And stop with the “But I’ve been single all these years since we dated…” nonsense.
Because as of yesterday, you have a guy. And I’m not sure what I hate more: the fact that he’s dating you and that I’m with someone less attractive or the fact that he will NEVER be as good as I was, am, or will be, mainly because I know he isn’t in our faith.
Your mom cries almost every night, because of the choices you’ve made, and those people you hang out with.
And it sucks that after almost 8 years, I still can’t get you out of my head, and the fact that I am repulsed by these thoughts. Him dating you, touching the body I never made love to.
Jealousy or craziness, all I know is that…
I. I hate you.