“I’m a part of a harem.”

I was different. He treated me like I was different.

He said nice things to me, and he was a sweetheart.

Until our fallout.—Apparently, I’m missing a few screws

He’s egotistical and “Don’t do no take backs.”—Bitch when it’s over, it’s over

That’s sad. We couldn’t even move past the conversation stage.

“Now I’m a part of the harem.” And all the respect is gone.—How?

But the good news is that someone else is still there, waiting.—Who are you?

I thought that it was this man, but I guess not. It can’t be him.—This is over

I’m confused…

But I’m waiting, whoever you are. —Come quick