Rare finds...
You passed up something that was worth more than the dusty, old western revolver you found. You bend over backwards for the people that cause you hell. While the people that bend over backwards go through hell with you.
For whatever reason...You told me to let things go, and not even on a friendly level can we communicate. Ain't no dirt off your shoulder, right? Now you won't stop calling. But not too long ago, you told me, "You can't just let go of someone you develop feelings for." I guess I was right all along...You just used me to satisfy your erotic desires, because you'd never give up the last 6 years of your life. Call that bitch and tell her all about it.
