Dear C

Dear C,

I met you.
It was the cut copy love at first sight thing.
I told you.
You hated me.
I ran away.
I don’t know what to think.
I do know, you are untrustworthy.
I would never love you again.
That was then.
I was all in, now I’m all out.

Like you once said to me ‘not if you were the last person on earth’.

What you did to me hurt. And you seemed to enjoy it. You even wrote cryptic headings to me on Spotify, and it was just…odd.

So how’s life now that she baby trapped you?? It was so obvious that she just used you because you had some money. Some money. Not much, you are trapped in that mortgage now.

You were nothing more than another life list off her tick sheet. You were just a suit to marry.

What I do know is we had something real and you royally fucked it.
I have gone through hell for what you did to me. I was judged. Fired. Shunned. And I thought you were the love of my life. I was just so naïve.

Karma.

You will get yours.