It’s funny now because I literally knew this would happen. I told you she was just a rebound, that one day you’d come back, tell me you miss me and beg for us to get back together, too bad you didn’t listen.
I knew she wouldn’t make you happy forever, but you didn’t want to hear that did you? Honestly, just go get me a t-shirt that says “I’m always right” on it because damn I’m good.
Nice to hear from you, but it’s too late now. You don’t get to tell me you can’t stop thinking about me or that you made a mistake. You don’t get to just stroll in and out of my life whenever you damn-well please.
Because you did this to yourself. Not me.