Dear Boyfriend,
Hi. We've been dating for seven and a half months. I love you, I truly do. I hope we never have to break up.
We've been together a year and two months now, I love you, but you've hanging around this new girl. You talk to her more that you do to me.
You broke up with me last week. And I had to watch you ask her out. She's become a good friend of mine, but she knew how much I loved you, why?
You've been with her a few months now. Neither of you even look me in the eye. I'm not poison, you know. I'm not a disease.
Today, I get to watch you guys get married. I'll be wearing a black dress, because today is the day that my heart dies, watching you be married to someone else.
I saw your wife yesterday. You've been married a year, and she was with some other guy. She wore a different wedding ring and his kids ran up to her calling 'Mommy! Mommy!'
You guys got a divorce last month. You asked for me back. I gathered my pride and said no. Funny how things turn around and haunt you.
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