I really wish you would stop sending me messages. I kept the last email I sent you, and I’m glad I did because anytime you reach out again I always question: was I not clear I don’t want you in my life?
Then I read how blunt and direct I was, and the context around this situation becomes clear.
You can’t take “No” for an answer. It’s not about me–you don’t even know me. It’s that you feel entitled to me because you think you’re hot.
But you’re not attractive…not really. You lack substance and personality.
I want you to know the last person I fucked is not considered conventionally beautiful…but she was very intelligent, worldy, kind, and had tons of personality. We shared many months together, and made passionate love all the time. She wasn’t that great in bed, but it didn’t matter because there was mutual respect and admiration for one another.
She respects my boundaries even now after we ended things.
But you? You won’t take no for an answer. This is the closest thing you’ll ever get to a response from me. And I doubt you’ll ever even read this…or know that it’s me writing this.
You will never know my love.