They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
You ponder, on where’s he’s at, who he’s with, and what’s he’s doing?
He could be ******* you over, and now he’s the player you’re the game.
The lying game, something so easy and so cunning.
Running from this story to that, just so you can save your ***
Because you want to have you’re cake and eat it too.

“Dear Joan, I’m sending you this letter because I’m not the man you thought I was.
I’m the heartless snake that only cares for my own feelings. I wish there was a better
way to tell you but this will have to do. Remember last year, you know Jessica the secretary
that I introduced you to? Yeah, days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. There’s no
better way to say this but, it’s over. Me and you, were finished, finito’, done. Don’t call me, don’t
text me, because it will be a waste of your time. Now I didn’t commit a crime, but adultery.  
A sin, something I’m not proud of but, I’ll carry to my grave because I fell in love with another woman
You may hate me now, but I hope you understand later, that I didn’t want to be the father of your son
or your daughter.”

Sincerely, you’re *******.