Remember when you broke up with me? When you dumped me literally on the street three months before our wedding? I do. I remember it all too well. The thing is, is that I'm still mad. You tell me - to this very day - that you love me still and that "when you think of relationships, you think of me". You kiss me and cuddle with me, and I play along. Little do you know that I'm waiting for the very opportunity to ruin your life. I'm a very patient person, and I don't care how long it takes. I will watch you go down in flames. Mark my words, you'll regret ever having broken my heart. You'll regret the very day you met me.