Hey you.
Yeah, you. You know I’m talking to you.
Yeah. You.
Guess
what – you’re too late. I’d say "sorry" but really, I’m not. The
vindictive side of me isn’t allowing me to feel any sympathy for you,
similar to the way back then when you had none for me.
Yeah,
YOU. NOW you know it’s you I’m talking about. (Though I’m keeping your
anonymity as I always said I would. Unlike others – read: you – I keep
my promises.)
I wondered if this day would come…my friends
assured me it would. Even common idoms agreed, and hell, if you can’t
trust an idiom, what CAN you trust? It’s been too long, too many things
have changed, and honestly, it wouldn’t work anyway. So it’s not
without a little slight tinge of victory that I say, "No, you can’t
have your cake, and you SURE as hell can’t eat it too."
remind me to stay on your good side!