Dearly DeBloggers, Love Letter #4
Stop. Calling me.
I swear to God. I will never see you again. How could you have been confused?
You: running your fingers through her hair. Hair that looks a lot like mine. You are so pathetic.
Avoiding looking in her eyes while you’re on top of her. Talking endless hours to her about your golf strategy.
Or your boring sister. Or your one trip abroad where you had too much wine by the coast
of Spain and bought that stupid belt that’s too big for you and you insist on wearing.
You need new golf shoes. I’m going to fall in love with somebody else.
Your mother was right. You are such a goddamn coward.