You had the most amazing woman in the world. You got to wake up every morning next to her. You got to see that look of desire on her face, and know it was meant for you. You could hold her in your arms and tell her that everything would be ok and have her sit her head on your chest and know your heart beat for her.
BUT NO!
When we first met, I respected you, I thought you were an ok guy. Time moved on, I revised that opinion to state I enjoyed spending time with you on a personal level, but never on a professional level. Now you have ascended to the rank of my most hated adversary on this little blue marble, and that IS saying something.
Break ups happen. That's not why I'm sitting here wishing to see your face writhed in agony. Sometimes it just doesn't work out. What happens afterwards is up to you. Boy did you fuck up.
You attacked her. You are mentally and emotionally assaulting my best friend. You do not deserve death. I wish I could make you beg for death. I wish I could see nothing but terror in your eyes and then laugh at you. You called her a slut and I wish I could make you choke on your words. I want to cause you so much pain and suffering that you'll beg for the eternal damnation of hell itself as your relief. But... you're not worth it. You're just a scared little boy who will one day realize that the one thing in this life that would have made you happy is gone forever. That is worse than anything I could ever do to you.
Most guys would give anything to be with someone like her. Some will be more specific and will give anything to be with just her. You're going to see that. You're going to learn that the hard way. Have the best life you can... and good luck with that.
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