It’s eerie how I know you’re with her. You’re more confident and assured. Your grooming has improved. Your detachment from me is obvious and natural. Your smile is fake and forced. I went from being the only one, the one you looked for all your life, the one you proposed to, to the one you ceremoniously discarded by the simple act of kissing her. Of fucking her. Fuck someone over by fucking someone else. Lovely.
Fuck. You. Back.