To Mr. Polyamorous,

3 months of flirting that made my heart constantly give out in stupid desire.

Then you were around less.

I stupidly thought I'd done something wrong.

I gathered your favourite foods, bought you flowers. I searched for you, excited to show you what I'd done.

I saw you with someone else. It could be just been a friend, but I could tell you were flirting.

Instead of helping her, I hated her instead.

I ate all of the food, by the way. It was delicious. Especially without your bad company there.

From jealous almost-lover,
Li BoMi