We met and the sparks flew. I imediatley knew you were going to be great. You were sweet and affectionate and seemed to be so honest. You asked me to be your girlfriend and started making future plans with me. I cut my hair for you. I screwed other guys for you. I waited for you. I was patient with you. Now I play all the moments back in my head when you didn't return calls and canceled on dates. Because now I have been waiting a week to hear from you after telling me you needed a couple days to clear your head because you were so depressed. Well fuck you. Apparently my sad desperate texts begging for any sort of explanation or feed back weren't good enough for you. Are you really that much of a flake? A loser? Married? A vigilante? I guess I will never know.