Dear Salvatore Ferragamo,
Do you know fungus? I know them very well. I deal with fungus on a daily basis. They sometime kill my patient (if the bacteria can't finish the job that is).
Although they can be beautiful in microscale. And in a different life they could end up as a cheesecake.
The ugly truth is budyy.... you are like a fungus.
You dump your girlfriend, because you can't change what you are.
A thing that you claim prevent you guys from being together.
Yet you linger around her. All charming. Phone calls. Show up at her house at 5 in the morning. Acting like her boyfriend. And you became jealous when she's with another guy.
To me, you are just like a little boy.
Immature and selfish.
My advice:
If you be cannot be with a girl for whatsoever reason.
And you and her cannot remain in any lesser than a romantic relationship AKA Just friends.
And you very well aware that she is so DEEPLY IN LOVE with you.
That she is weak enough that she cannot continue her life without your love.
Then my boy, do what is right.
Just be a man.
Just walk away and leave her alone.
Let her continue with her journey and peacefulness she deserves.
She has suffered for too long from your little mind-fuck game.
I can't bear seeing my friend in that state.
Salvatore,
I wish you would stop being that annoying 'unremovable' fungal at the back of a nasopharyngeal cancer patient's tonsil.
How I wish you are a candida.
So I could get you an Amphotericin for your birthday.
Owh well it's none of my business anyway (apart from that you're hurting my friend). But then again she seems to enjoy your warmth and presence still.
Well Good Luck.
I'm out.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction (and yes Elvis is very much alive in Memphis, and pigs can fly).
... Plus, Salvatore can very well be Salvalingam.
5 comments:
Maybe the guy should tell it to her face that he has no mutual lovey-dovey feeling with her except as friend, else, the girl friend will forever think that the guy love her on the pretext of giving mixed signals. Why men hard to tell it to the woman's face & heart and keep sending mixed signals? Can't blame the guy, yet can't blame the girl either. It's hard to let go. Not that we don't try, but when we did, there goes mixed signals yet again. So how leh?
Never wrestle with a pig. You'll both get dirty, but the pig will like it.
ZZ: Mixed signals are best settled through direct questioning. There is too much vagueness out there... you're right.
DwD: Okey no pigs. How about with Ms July sports illustrated then?
Eh, Pill Pusher has gone back to Tranquility?
I like your choice of alternatives for swear words. roar! roar! roar!
Entertaining. Well said.
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