Dear Lucifer,
Here is my recollection of what had happened ...
Throughout our secret platonic affairs,
We would play hide and seek.
I would take off to some remote locations,
For work or pleasure,
And tell you to come with,
Or else...
You would give some lame excuse about having to work,
And I then find myself a replacement boy toy.
You'd get drunk and hook up with a temporary lame chick,
As expected.
In any initial affair,
within the first two months,
An inevitable event is bound to happen.
The ex always shows up,
And ruins it for both of you.
So, my question is...
Did she see my origami flowers?
Did she cried her eye balls off?
If you were a pro,
you would have stuffed the flowers,
Into your closet.
And you would have saved her some pain and suffering.
Knowing you,
You're as sick as a dog,
Didn't pay attention,
She noticed the bouquet,
Threw it to the ground.
Smashed.
She then realized,
Being the prick you really are,
You've Already moved on to the next bitch.
Was it really love?
If it was,
Why aren't you with her now?
Answer: Even in love, if there were any doubts about being together, it's best to be a part. If you truly want to be with her, you will, regardless.
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