Ive had enough of you, you need to stop sending letters to her. Shes mine now, get over it, please. She still talks about you, she thinks about you quite a bit. And im jealous, im jealous of you. I hate you. I cant stand to think about you two making love, I cant stand it. I cry every time. I can see it in her eyes when she touches me, shes not thinking about me. I got so angry the last time, I was just laying there, holding her close listening to our hearts beat fast. Then I saw her tears, my heart started pounding and I hated you, because I knew she was thinking about you. I told her that it was all okay, I told her that I understood. I don't.
I know what she said to you, I know how she told you that she couldn't wait to make love to you. And this is taking so much time for her to get over you. But im waiting. But every letter you write and every word you say makes it harder and harder for her to be happy. Fuck off dude, you guys are over.
Finger on the fucking trigger.
