Tumblr blocked your message. I don’t know - nor do I care about - what you had to say.

You had your chance to talk to me, and you decided to be a chickenshit. You seemed fine with that being the way I remember you.

The opportunity for amending has been gone since you decided to sit and let Facebook tell me what was going on.

You are a sad, pathetic person, and it’s even sadder that you must persist in this silly, stupid game you’re playing.

I’d pity you, if I didn’t wish you’d just drop off the face of the planet for how you treated me.

I hope the girlfriend understands and forgives that, after delving into the vast vernacular that I have collected over the years and searching for the right way to express my truest sentiments, my ultimate response to seeing her in a bikini is “Hot damn!”

Miss you, Manda-Panda.