If you are really out there, if you really read these words, know that I am sad and confused and hurt over this. Over her, or you or you pretending to be her, or whatever it is you think you’re doing here to intentionally make me miserable. I don’t know why you tease or what you think it is I did that is so awful.
Each time I think I’ve figured this out, that you are a catfish playing some cruel joke on me, because I happen to like this….this girl of my dreams…along comes some faint glimmer of hope that it is really her. Here. And I dare to dream again. And then the reality hits, seeing her in the arms of every tom, dick or harry on social media who claims to be a celebrity, and those dreams are dashed. That is why I know that whoever you are, you are simply teasing me, for some stupid, banal, sophmoric, imbecilic reason.
But I am wiser now. And before I give up and go away forever, I’d really like to know, really like to hear it from you if you aren’t a complete coward, why you’re doing what you’re doing.
Or am I misunderstanding something?