Today I messaged you. It’s been 2 months. You have ignored me the whole 2 months. Oh wait, my grandpa died, I had university exams – and you had to break up with me then because you said you couldn’t give me the love I deserve. We all know that is just saying, I need to bang some more girls before I find the right one, and frankly you just weren’t the right one for me. But hey, that’s okay old man. You are 31 year old and I am 20. Your time is a ticking. You tried to make me feel like I was the crazy unstable one, when deep down you know that you are the unstable one on Tinder plus scouting for young 19 year olds. I guess there is a reason why you are 31 and single and have a snapchat just to show your dick to young girls. You had to end it with me because I was catching on to your little games. Like finding a black hair in your bed, when clearly I am a blonde, or how about having no guy friends, but all girl friends, and adding swarms of girls on your social media, but only telling me they were just FRIENDS. What are you? Some womanizer? Yes, I got FUCKED and PLAYED hard. I often thought when I first met you that you were gay but hey,  karma works in beautiful ways. So you can keep your money and your small dick. I wish you well.