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I saw you leave the party and you didn't leave alone.
You told so many people that they were special, that they were unique, that you wanted to spend one-on-one time with them and give them all of your attention.
I'm not the jealous type, Cil. If you'd been honest about it it would be one thing. But you say things like this, these fucking texts, about how you haven't been intimate with anyone else, but you've been intimate with everyone else whether you fucked them or not. You cast a wide net and some of the fish in it were people I care about.
I'm a big boy. I don't get hurt feelings over shit like this. But when you upset my friends, and look me in the eye and say one thing while every. fucking. action you make says another...
Then I can't.
You also already told me to piss off and that you were done with me. I feel like that was your call, and you made it. You chose.
Best of luck, and I hope you're happy with your choice. I"m sure you'll find someone to console you.