After I wrote that page to you the other day, I considered that you might offer to be friends with me.
Poor Mr. Rhys Meyers. I've facilitated the disruption of two of his relationships in a row, both with gorgeous women who really wanted him. I know that I wasn't the only factor, but I'm not without any blame for it.
Run. Run while you can, from me, from my life. Have the life I could have had. Don't stay or offer to help; just get out. You can't help me; you'll just endanger yourself and everyone around you.
Copyright L. Kochman, August 26, 2015 @ 7:52 p.m./addition @ 7:54 p.m./addition @ 7:56 p.m.
