“Cindy. I love you. But [HORRIBLE THING SAID ABOUT ME WITHOUT REMORSE].”
Has this ever happened to you?
Why not just tell me to fuck right off? That would have been preferable. It would have been so much better.
Not, “I love you.”
And don’t call me by my name. Don’t use my name and “I love you,” so you don’t have to feel bad about that horrible thing you actually wanted to say in the first place, but were too cowardly to do so without some desperate preface.
In any case, the love, the particular love cited here: it was not mutual. We weren’t that good of friends, not to warrant that.
That horrible thing; it didn’t have to be true to be effective, if that’s what you were going for. But you cheapened it with “I love you.” That horrible thing could have stood well enough on its own and maybe we could have worked through it…
JK, JK, JK!!! You and me? We’re done. Oh, we are so over.
So I’m just left to conclude that what we had when we started was already less than what we ended up with.
In other words, we made some excellent progress, you and I.