It’s not when she said ‘no’ that mattered.
When she went across the ocean I slept with her girlfriend.
I was going to tell you that when she went across the ocean I missed her; could picture her so clearly in all those places we had said we were going to go one day. I could see her there enjoying all those places we were supposed to be together, making all those memories we had always wanted to make. I missed her while she was so far away. I was going to say that her doing all those things we were supposed to do together, without me, made me sad.
But instead, I’m telling you the only thing that actually matters now. She left, went across an ocean to live our dream and I immediately went over to the woman she left behind and fucked the shit out of her.
Let’s make memories about that.
