You know what? You’re a real dirtbag. She may still love you, and whatever. That’s on her, but I can’t stand you.
Just on the off chance that your narcissistic tendencies lead you here, I’m going to say your name, Colin. You’ll know it’s for you.
I don’t despise you for all that you’ve done. No. I despise you for slapping on that smug smirk on your face afterwards.
You’re such a prick. Maybe one day she’ll wisen up. Probably not, but, hey. I lost her a long time ago anyway.
I’ll see you in hell.