The Games Begin with My Farewell

Samson:     Listening to that voicemail was a big mistake. Ella called me just to break the news that she found someone else. What a pathetic thing to do on her part. She could have found another way to break my heart. Maybe I would care if she wrote it in a letter. Wait, no, I still wouldn't care. I do not give a damn that she has moved on from me.
    For not being prepared, I was handling this news well. I just hope I would not see her and her new boy toy out on the streets together. She probably replaced me with some player who only thinks of her as an easy lay. It hurt me to know that she blocked out all thoughts of me so easily. A while back, I did not want to leave her but that just changed. I wanted to curse at her, but it would be childish and wrong. If I acted on the here and now, I would be screaming at her. That wouldn't get me anywhere except seeing her cry. I wanted one more chance to lie next to her body and inhale her sweet scent.
    I need to face the facts. Our relationship was unhealthy with our constant need for revenge. Maybe now that we broke away from each other, I could concentrate on things that are more important. Who am I kidding? I wish lightening would strike me. Ella was made perfectly for me.
    I could write her a letter about the storms we've been through and how we conquered them. I'd tell her about all the struggles I would face just get her back. She'd read the letter and ask for me back. Yeah, right, that would never happen. I would only set myself up for a lifetime full of heartbreak. The only thing left for me was her friendship.
    "Hey, bar is closing in five! You coming home with me?" This was the second time Francesca, the bartender, asked me.
    "What's the catch?"
    "You be my date to E's surprise engagement?"
    Nice. Now, I find out the love of my life is getting engaged. Well, bartender girl, you are in luck. You just signed yourself up to be my rebound. "Deal."
    Little Miss Ella, do you not know that two can play that game.