I hate that you took my virginity. I waited for a good guy and got blinded by your incredible acting skills, when I think you secretly hate women because your mom divorced your dad. I hate that you had a above average sized penis that I still think about. I hate that I had an orgasm everytime we had sex. I hate that I was so weak that I lost 18 lbs and was miserable with sleepless nights for so long after you left me. i hate that you were so so cold and tore my naive little heart out and acted like things werent as emotionally deep as they were. I hate that I made up fake guys on facebook to make you jealous. I am happy it worked. I hate that you started to like another girl, I think I drove you to it with this weird facebook competition between us. I hated her and felt bad for her because I knew there was a good chance you would hurt her. it actually comforted me that she resembles me in ways (rebound much?). I watched and stalked many pubic sites that had to deal with you because I am very tech savy. I love that it seems like you cant cut yourself away from talking to me. I love that you told me you were not with that girl anymore. you made her seem like a bitch. I loved seeing you hurt by this. I hated that she could make you feel like that (but remember you acted the same with me sometimes) I love that I finally realized that youre crazy in the head and love playing the victim in relationship issues and you thrive on emotional drama. I hate seeing her pretty face turn from pretty healthy and happy to skinny desperate and stressed with crazy eyes. No woman deserves this, and I wish I could talk to her, but them my stalking ways would be known and I can’t have that. I love that when I look in the mirror I see a incredibly fit body that men would love and girl have jealously over. I love that I have thick long hair and large friendly eyes I love that when masturbate with my slim finger I realize that I am still tight and that the next man I have will pleasure me just fine, especially after I make sure he is the right guy this time. I hate that I still love you and wish you the best when you dont deserve it. I realize that because you are probably crazy that every woman is probably in for some hurting when they come in contact with you. Part of me misses what you were to me before you unveiled yourself. I hope and pray my next guy with be my husband and that his penis is better that yours, just because. I love that I am finally starting to feel normal again and am fine with the fact that I probably still think about you from time to time…
