Dear Kenny,
Thankfully the odds of you reading this are almost nonexistent. You've shredded my heart into pieces. Now you say you'll call and I've sat by the phone all day waiting. Of course you don't call. You were supposed to be the one. Supposed to stand by me. You don't. Yet, even now, I sit by the phone while waiting for that collect call from the county jail. Why? I have no idea. And I promise you, next time, when you do call, I won't necessarily be here anymore. You've taken enough years from my life. I won't let you have another day. I could have spent the entire day readying for Florida, yet I spent it all pining for your sorry ass. No more.
Karina