I am mad at myself, I am mad at the loyalty, understanding and patience I gave to a man.

To a man who gloated about his affairs and whose affairs mocked me right back;

Why not? Only an alien can get me, not a man drunk on power, fame and external validation.

All my life I have been waiting for an alien, whose value system is not as gimmicky as that of a human.

I have observed enough of what could have been, would have been, should have been.

From a man who gloated about his affairs, I can expect nothing. I cannot be his next prey, not his next affair.  

Alien, do you exist, where are you; which galaxy - I have failed to match the mockery - that is humankind.