Dear S,
It’s been more than three years and to what others call of, “nothing”
between us.
To tell the world, only my world, we were…NO, I was with you
for a year. An eventful year filled with Love (Fake), Honesty (Lies), Trust
(Bullshit), and Fun (Lust).
You made me feel like a Queen of your Life, you were the
perfect boyfriend one would wish for, but it was a virtual world of joyrides in
a dreamy amusement park in a no man’s land where you played with my heart that
tore me apart.
You call yourself a mad scientist that proved me as your guinea
pig.
While you cheated someone, and probably many before and
after me, I yet forgive you, because I pity you. I pity you because you can be
a good boyfriend only in words. I pity you because you want to play with
feelings and not games. I pity you because you’ve created your image as a
gentleman in public, but can’t hide the torturous mean person that you are in
real.
I pity you because you will never get to be yourself, but I
know how I want my man to be and he’s definitely not going to be like you.
Love,
Trippy.
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