This may come as a shock, and I’m sorry.
It should have worked. We have so much in common. We like the same things, know the same people and have the same interests.
You should be mine.
But its time I told the truth…to myself, and to you.
It’s over.
I’d say its not you, its me, but the truth is…it’s you.
You don’t listen. Never have. You think you know what’s best for me, and you know what? You don’t.
When I’m with you, its good. But the next day, I always regret it.
I thought you’d understand, because you’re a woman. But you don’t.
You aren’t him.
He has magic hands. He makes me feel special and beautiful. He’s fast, but every second is amazing.
Sure, he costs more…but baby, he is worth every penny. And I never have any regrets the next day.
The best part is…my husband likes him better.
So I’m sorry…its time to go back to him. Back to his chair. Back to his scissors and shears and shampoos.
I’m coming back baby…I’m sorry I ever left.