XXII ||| December 25th of 2017 (VI)

From: P.BG

<pbg.prada@gmail.com >

To: A.LF

<alf.weeknd@gmail.com >

Sent: Monday, 25 Dec 2017, 00:38

Subject: Bloody Hell

What a cunt.

For bloody fuck's sake, A, I'm sorry.

I'm horribly sorry that happened to you, sorry that your mom had to cut ties with her family because they were also a bunch of cunts, and sorry that you had your trust broken like that. I knew she was problem.

He didn't steal your girlfriend, he stole your problem. It saved you from being with a thot as nasty and vicious as her, to fuck the uncle of her bloody boyfriend. What the hell is wrong with her? Ugh, I'm so angry that I wish I could slap her face until she blue and purple, but I can't even do that, one because I'm not there and two because she's with an innocent baby.

Worse than her is your uncle. Disgusting bastard.

And I told you not to fuck her without a condom because she was going to do something. She did it, and bad or not, I'm glad it was with your uncle and not you. This cunt is a red flag.

*long breath to control my boiling anger*

Fuck, I genuinely feel like beating someone up.

*another long bloody breath*

*in and out, in and out, in and out*

You really are written by a woman, there's no other explanation, oh my God, A. You know what we should do? We should do a pact that if everything goes wrong in our love lives and when one of us turns 30 we are still single, we should get together, like in that Jennifer Garner's movie, lol.

Just joking.

But now, seriously, I can't believe you can cook and you love to bake. I don't think I've ever met a guy whose good at cooking aside from the ones who work as chefs in restaurants, those old guys that gain their living on it. Or those hosts of cooking shows like Gordon Ramsay, you know?

I love cooking too, but I love one specific type of cuisine, that I got it from my paternal grandma, and that I'm not going to tell you, because it'll make it obvious where she's from, and that would be against our rules. But I'm good at cooking, my siblings are horrible, my mom is amazing at it, and my dad is a crazy disaster in the kitchen, but my paternal grandma is an absolute Queen at it.

My maternal grandma doesn't like it because according to her, her nails are too precious to be dirtied in a kitchen. No wonder we don't relate to each other, she's more into fashion than cuisines, I like both, just like my favorite grandma.

I wouldn't say I'm being humble, just sitting on the back and watching him being... him, it's enjoyable.

You're the first person who calls me funny.

- P