Dear… SF

Dear… SF,

One day I might write about everything that happened in detail.

Our meeting. Our going behind everyones backs. Our tough decision to admit what we’d done. Your fucking psychotic girlfriend. Your son. Your family that made me realize why you’re a rat. Our splitting up. My satisfaction at you seeing me with C and the smugness I felt that day. How I know about who you really are now… and you’re fucking vile.

I’m not ready to write about all that crap yet, I don’t think I’ll ever be. There isn’t enough horrible words in the world for what I went through with your nasty ass.

I’ll always regret you.

BFetisha x

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