Hello Lover, Goodbye Lover
He knows who he is. He is the desperate little fool who loves me from far and away. So innocent is he, that he often falls victim to me - even though he should know better. I gave him a crumb, a little love back, and it touches him. I know how to be so loving and so gentle, the perfect tease for his dick. It’s the way I say it, the way I speak, the way I drag out my words, and the words that I choose to use that really sends him over the edge. He knows my power, but yet he always comes back to me wagging his little tail. And without warning I got mad at him.
See my little lover, my ex, the one I love to leave in pathetic anticipation got a little too excited today. He was so happy to have me speaking to him again after many months of coldness… that he went off to brag to a mutual friend. And you know how girls are — they talk, and talk, and talk. She told me what he said, that silly fool. He is so desperate for me that he believes we have a future. Love makes you do such stupid things. Poor him.
So he found me a bit moody when we had a phone chat. Cold, moody, aloof, and I couldn’t help but tell him to keep his mouth shut. I told him how stupid he was, how he would never get the chance to talk about me again, and then I hung up on him. Oh, yes, my phone rang and rang when he tried to call back. But I never answered….. no not today, maybe never again.
The email when it popped in to my mail box was clearly desperate just from the begging in the subject. I read it. I discarded it. And now the torment begins.
