How some people find it easy to come and go in your life at their own convenience, I can never figure out. The random text messages at 2 in the morning, the mysterious missed calls, the pathetic smileys —- I ain’t playing this game anymore. I miss you, I do…but I can’t make excuses on your behalf anymore. Took me a while to realize that no matter how “experienced with girls” you always say you are, you’re still a little boy deep, deep inside. So sweetheart, man up and grow some balls; the pity party ends tonight.