This one’s for you. The first and only letter I’ll ever write to you even though you are so not gonna read it.

First of all thanks for making me feel like I was special, now I know I’m not at all. Thanks for smiling every time you saw me across the hallway and came over just to say hi. That was cute.

Thanks also for that time you gave me a little candy you bought with your cigarette. That rocked! Also thanks for that one time I went to your place and we did it all afternoon. That was something else, specially when you didn’t call back the next day. Or the day after that.

That was awesome, you made me feel like a whore. But then again you texted me… man, I felt blessed… you did remember me… Delilah, your friend, the one you couldn’t fuck for an entire year cuz she was playing the hard to catch to you but who really was trying not to fall completely in love with you. Then you ignored me, again. Then you called, to get laid, of course.

Cool, we are fuck buddies, I got it, there’s nothing else besides that. But couldn’t you figure it out?? Couldn’t you?? You do know I’m in love. You do know I’m only pretending to be chill and let things “flow” as you said to me that time, laying in bed, where everything was better just cuz’ of you standing by myside.

You do know It’s fake when I say “let’s just have fun”. Cuz I know that as long as you don’t feel compromise you’ll stay with me. Thanks, voldemort. Really. This makes me feel loved and appreciated.

Oh, and by the way… I hope the other girl, the one I know you don’t talk about cuz you love so much to have the pretty girl I am in your bed like a trophy; I hope she, the other skank, has the chance to infect you with some STD. Cuz God knows I won’t do you again.