And God, you cried like such a bitch when I told you it was over! Trying to think of anything you could say or do to make me change my mind, get me back. You hadn't realised that it was already too late -- had always been too late.
Well, I managed to move on with my life. It seems you haven't. Why else would you be here? I don't know what you've been up to since I've been gone, but I can make a pretty good guess. There's no way a loser like you could have gotten another girlfriend, so you've been jacking off alone every night. You're still head-over-heels for me, so you've probably been stalking my Facebook to get pictures of me with him, trying not to cry as you stroke your cock.