Dear Ex Beaux

-Intro-

Boy: I don't understand why you couldn't just tell me

Girl: Why would I tell you? What could you have done except make it worse?

Boy: I was confused.

Girl: what do you want from me?

Boy: I'm not sure.

Girl: And that there is the problem, you see? You know why? Because I want your soul. I want your beating heart served on a platter given to me, and then I want you to take it from the platter and put it in the palm of my hand.

So if I had called you to discuss this, what exactly were you going to say to me?

-Exit-

The probability you'll read this? Slim to none.
As I said, I'm beating around the bush here. Where I stand with you is like the merchant who had an appointment in Samarra, which I have copied and pasted below, but the moral of my story with you is as follows;

"Sometimes you meet your destiny on the road you took to avoid it."

Enjoy.

Appointment in Samarrah:

"There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, “Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture, now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me.”
The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went.

Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, “Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture”, I said, “it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Bagdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.”

-End Story-

Girl: Isn't it obvious?