Dear Hillary,
I remember when I first saw you across the bar. You seduced me those experienced eyes and that raucous, sarcastic laugh. One thing led to another — too many cosmopolitans, a long conversation about solutions for America, then the uneven walk, arm-in-arm, back to my place. I vetted your credentials all night long. Good times.
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I don't know how it got so nasty. I tried to make it as clear as possible: I've chose someone else. There's no chance -- none -- that we'll be starting something up again.
But now I seem to see you everywhere. You say you have the experience. That I'm being seduced by mere words. You call me at 3am to tell me to "get real." When that doesn't work you cry, you beg, you tell me how hard it's been, how it's all unfair. In a flash you're wiping away the tears and ridiculing me for being so deluded by hope. You say it's all a lie.
And lately you're telling all our friends how it's not over yet, how it's still possible for me to change my mind. You say it's a "Myth" that I can't come back to you. You say I'm going to get cold feet.
I don't how to make it more clear that that's not going to happen.
So please stop. This is hurting both of us: you're tearing our family apart.
In Memoriam,
Most Democrats
P.S.: Next step: restraining order.
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