Dear Steph
Dear Steph, been a while since you left.
I know you’re really happy, but just remember I’m your best. Remember how I cursed at you and called you bad names? Remember when shit happened and I would always shift the blame? I loved you, remember when I told you that too? That wasn’t a lie, all that lovey dovey shit was true. The back and forth was killing me and I wanted it to end, but instead, all that ended was me calling you a friend. I would commend myself for taking like a champ, but I haven’t. Does that make me less of a man? I still think of you, and ways I could have changed, now I’m telling new women your name.
