Dear Pig,

Thank you for coming over last night and apologizing again. Thank you for flirting with me and saying suggestive things about still feeling attracted to me, still wanting to be with me, and most of all—still caring about me.

I wanted to know how you portrayed our evening to your ex. I'm sure you didn't tell her about the longing looks, the fun we had, the fact that you said you felt differently about me last night than a week ago. Did you tell her that you wanted to see me again, that you asked if you could see me again? Did you tell her that you denied planning a trip to see her this weekend? That you weren't sure if you still loved her?

I will never know any of that. What I know is what you say, in letters I was never meant to see...

...Even though what I said was, I'll never hurt her, but she'll be scarred, you must have told her she'd be in mortal danger if she ran into me. She worried about how she'd look with a black eye, or missing teeth.

You responded that instead of thinking about missing teeth and black eyes, she should think about what she's going to wear for you on Friday...Saturday...and Sunday. Winky Face!

And later you told her that maybe she needs to make a stop at Victoria's Secret
"hehehehe..."

I guess you still hadn't learned that lying to me is a very bad idea, and that I will always find out the truth. I am too smart for you. Sadly, it's smart with my head, not with my heart.

I'm happy that I saw what I needed to never have second thoughts about ending this relationship. I'm angry at myself for even considering a second chance with you. I hope, for all the bullshit you have put me through, that this is the best fuck of your life.

At one point last night, I told you that you cried crocodile tears. You asked what that meant. I explained that crocodiles are said to secrete fluid from their eyes when they are luring in their prey. So we use the phrase Crocodile Tears when someone displays disingenuous sorrow.

This time, it was my fault. I take the blame. I can't say I'm hurt, or surprised. But I can say that I am done.

Please don't write, or call. You were all a lie. But I believed in you.