If I ever see you again, it will be too soon. I know our paths will cross someday, and when they do, if I don't punch you in your pathetic little face, you will know exactly how much self-control I am capable of.
You have made my friend cry, and you have done so for as long as I can remember. I don't remember the times you made her happy. I don't remember why she could possibly think you are a decent human being. I also don't remember the last time I felt any positive feelings for you.
I can only hope that every time your (forked) tongue says her name, you realize that she was the best thing that ever happened to you, and you hate yourself for letting her go. For the rest of your life, you will compare every woman you meet to her, and when you decide they are somehow better, it's only because you are compromising on what you think you want.
The crisis you have put those who love her into at this moment, will not be the only one of its kind. Because after this alleged "love" fails, you will probably come snivelling back, crawling on your belly through the mud. I can only pray that she has the strength, and self-respect, to kick you squarely in the face and push you away, as you have done so many times. And then you will break her heart yet again when you find your next "I can do better." You are running. You are running from your deepest fear, yet you will inevitably fail. You will be just like Daddy, no matter how hard you try not to be.
Stay away. Stay away from all of us.
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