Thanks for reminding me why I forgot to miss you in the first place...

you are nothing... you will always be nothing... you will always have nothing... stop bitching about the company you keep because you made your bed now lay in it like the dog you are... you have no regards for other's feelings... only your own... I feel sorry for you... and I feel even more sorry for your wife... and your many delusional friends who think I was the predator in the kill... I was the prey... and you killed me well... you better get what you have to say to me out now because it's going to be awfully hard to hear you from the top... One day I will forget your name... your touch... your kiss... but you... in your misery will remember me until your last breath... you had your chance time and again... because I let you... don't think you could have gotten as far as you did on your own... You mean nothing to me... you were a game... I forgot that along the way... but... it turns out I win after all... so thanks for playing... it was a pleasure... really... karma it the only farewell I leave you with... oh and one more thought... don't tell yourself that I've been meaning to miss you because I don't... what I miss was a lie... and you are a liar... but I knew that all along... thank you for the lessons and other unmentionable things... I got what I wanted from you... and a little extra I didn't plan or want... but I got mine... how does it feel to be used?