It’s now been 3 months since we first met.
I can’t believe it. It feels like forever.
So. What’s new?
Well, I was right. You were more than a flirt. You were more than a flirt with at least 5 other girls in these last 3 months. It didn’t surprise me, I knew something like this would happen, but the scale of it… pretty damn impressive. But what I want to know is, were you so involoved in those girls’ lives? Did you meet their parents? Did you befriend their brothers? Did they take you on holiday and pay for your food and drinks and hotel and do everything for you? I doubt it. But the worst thing is, all this time, you’ve still been in love with your ex. Your beautiful, chronically ill, ex. Who you have messed around big time. Who was so mad at you. Who forgave you and is now back with you. I feel sorry for her. And I think she’s completely crazy. But you know, I’d probably do the same thing. Because I loved you. Of course I still do to some extent. The thing that hurt the most was, you didn’t love me. I figured you weren’t ready. But really, it was because you were in love with someone else. That hurts. And then you told me you wanted to focus on being a better man to your friends and family, and that we shouldn’t talk for a while. Which leads me to the conclusion, I am not, and was not, your friend. What was I then?
I knew it would end like this. I honestly did. But I loved you, so I ignored the obvious signs that you were less than faithful. So, what I’m saying, is goodbye from me, you were good while you lasted, but I’m moving on. Onwards and upwards baby.