You called out to me today, saying you missed me.
It was weird when I walked away and thought to myself.
I know I have probably the roughest front out there…but you hurt me in a way I didn’t think someone could. I always thought I was good at the game. It’s just fucked up. Because I liked you. You were funny and we could talk on the phone for hours. And you gave the perfect texts and our conversations were so easy going, simple. We were only starting something.
I liked you.
I realized that today.
I really did like you.
But like everyone else…you screwed me over and taught me a lesson through the pain.
You’re in Karma’s hands now. And believe me…she gets around. Slowly, but surely, she does.