Never had I thought you’d be this cruel, My Dear Gus.
You, whom I thought were blessed with the kindest and purest soul,
were the one who cut open the scratch you’ve left me with
and poured salts on the fresh reopened wound of mine afterward.
I thought you felt regretful over those mistakes in the past,
thus you let me have the time to mend my heart; to heal my whole being.
Then again, the thought of a man was flawed. I was wrong.
All the given times were only meant to make me suffer more once you came back.
What a fool I’d been; I am aware of that.
Cheerio, Dearest Gus! I am a fool no longer.