dear jon,

i admit it, i am a sucker. i called you tonight because i was convinced you were out wining and dining the next chick and i was eager to disturb you. despite all the male attention i receive, i have no energy to pay attention and give in to it. a part of wants it all [them, you], so i called in hopes of interrupting. but, womp! i was wrong, you were dining with friends.

dear jon, i no longer miss you but you still have a way of making my blood boil.

kisses,
me.