I thought I could hold on till the 27th of December but I was wrong. Today, I have to bid goodbye to you. I must admit, you’re such a habit so hard for me to break.
Still, I cringe at the thought of you lying to my face that you’re still single. You’ve been married for too long!
But if you insist, then I shall pretend that I miss you; that I still care for you; that I still long for you. I shall leave it as is this way.
Revenge is what I wish to do. You know what I can do, don’t you? But of course, it’s pointless.
No, I’m not looking back to the spot where I met you. I have come to realize you were just a passerby — a man with serious issues about his manhood; about how terrible his pecker works; about how long you could stay on without alcohol.
No, I’m not going to see the man again who’s too broke to even buy him food; to even pay for his cab back home.
No, not with the man who can finish in three minutes.
There’s no turning back now. Never!