Perry KANE

Dear Perry Kane, 

Every interaction you had with me was a privilege and a gift that you did not deserve. I thought I was boring and addicted to my phone. I thought I was a lifeless person, until I met you. You literally have nothing to offer. You have no money, no wisdom, insight or anything worth listening to for that matter. Usually when this many things are stacked up against you, you at least should be able to give good dick, but you fail in that area without remorse. You have an attitude like the world owes you something, without offering the world a inkling of substance. I don’t get how you could feel such a way. 

Perry Kane you have made me remember that some men honestly don’t deserve to be in my space, my kindness and especially not my body. You just suck, in a toxic low life type of way. Allowing you near me more than once was a form of self harm for me and I take full responsibility for that. I knew you were trash, I knew your sex was weak and you would never be able to comprehend what it meant to treat someone well. And yet there I was, answering your calls and responding to your disgusting demeanor with joy. How sad did I have to be to allow your broke ass so close to me? 

I digress. Perry Kane you taught me something. You taught me a lesson that I was supposed to learn years ago. My love is special and unlike any other. This fact isn’t for everybody to experience. You taught me when someone shows you who they are the first time, you have to believe them. Good or bad. You showed me nothing but savagery and hardness. I still expected for you to eventually be soft with me. 

Perry Kane, someone hurt you somewhere down the line. It could’ve been your mother when she didn’t love your child-self. Did your mother show women more genuine love than she ever showed you? Is that where you started to hate women? When you decided women were your enemy. That’s sad and that sucks. And that has nothing to do with me.

You are a bad experience that I allowed myself to have out of self-hate. For a moment, I thought ‘I’ out of all people did not deserve a love that was soft, giving and addictive. With you, I received bland and unattractive to be honest. I absolutely deserve someone who can at least buy me drinks in a bar, at minimum! The absence of your love showed me mine alone was better and more substantial. The Universe served you to me as a reminder of all these things. 

Perry Kane, still in the end, I wish you well. Please do better and want more out of life. Bare minimum cannot be the height of your existence. Or maybe it is and you know what? I honestly don’t care. Just do me a favor, stay away from me. And if your spirit so happens to take a different form and we meet again, I pray my senses are in tact to be able curse your ass out. 

Fuck you, 

Sasé