I really liked you. I thought you were different maybe a kindred spirit. Someone who understood my pain and suffering because you’d been through the eye of the storm too. But you weren’t different. Just a different pretty face hiding the same rotten soul. I found out, you betrayed me. I’m not the little boy in a grown man’s body that hurt you. But you took it out on me. Now, I may sound pathetic but I really do wish you all the happiness in the world. I mean at 40 you’re still relatively young and pretty enough to find another gentleman like me, someone who won’t take advantage or treat you like shit… Maybe. Anyway adieu.