While You Were Sleeping

You may have noticed by now that I am not in your bed. I apologize for leaving in the middle of the night: I simply couldn't sleep, and I know how you get so sensitive about trivial things like this...I just didnt want to bother with arguing. I am sure it's a good opportunity for you to reconsider our relationship, as I am sure you spend most of your time doing anyway.

Soon, you will decide to send me an email, because you are a coward and can never argue with me face to face. I actually find it humorous. You will throw a one-line statement to let me know you are unhappy, and then you lock down nearly shaking, scared. More than fear of arguing, I know you fear that I will tell you the one thing you hate to hear. That I don't care that you are mad, and I will do nothing to change anything. That you are simply the release I needed from a hard week's work, the meantime woman, that person I will remember late in life, as being reasonably good company.. maybe.

I don't think I will respond to your email. It's unnecessary. You know what I am going to say.
I am not a bad person, so I will convince you to stay friends, and when you hint at fixing my insensitive nature, and I will say I agree that the solution is to break up. I mean, really, how seriously did you take all this? did you meet my friends or family? how often did we see each other? ever picked up my phone? do you know anything about me except for what I choose to share? I think the answer has been within you all along: I think if you spent less time sleeping, you'd be more aware of your surroundings.

Let me know if you want to have sex or something at some point, when you wake up. I'm sure I told you about that ex whom I continued to have sex with after the breakup and I trust that you won't make the same mistake: thinking that my semen is my love. This may come as a shock to you, but in this farewell, I am ready to admit that if you never spoke to me again, I would be definitely mildly disappointed.

Good luck to you in all your endeavors. And please do let me know if there is anything I can do to help you along the way. Also please let me know if there happens to be someone else in your life. It'd help me relax a little, knowing the pressure is off of me. You are a slut, I'm sure you will recover quickly.