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Right, I just sent you off to the airport. Back to the New Territory, back to that Cantonese speaking, walking dessert, bubble tea, cutesy, poser, crap-hole, Japanese wannabe country they call Hong Kong.

I don’t understand why you by came for the weekend. I may have been all smiles, but deep down, I was wearing a mask they call uneasy friendship. It’s complicated you say (but you love Jon, you’re always so safe and secure with Jon around you) yeah, to stupid people like you. To me, it’s pretty damn clear cut. If you spent a thousand bucks flying to Singapore expecting a glorious shag, I’m sorry. You didn’t even manage to unzip my pants. (Good try though). Not that I care, its ego boosting. By the way, if I really needed a shag, you’d have been screwed so hard you couldn’t even make it to your flight today. For your information, I never loved you. I never will. I sure as hell never said I did. And selling your body to me isn’t quite the solution. Yes, you tempt me. I’m a man. Every single bit of me wants to screw you silly except my soul. Unfortunately, the soul is an enormously powerful thing (thank God). Okay, it’s quite powerful.

That’s why you know if you did try harder. Stay naked longer, masturbate in front of me, maybe you’d have gotten what you wanted. But you crumpled up like trash, wrinkled your pretty little features. And that’s it, Game Over. Sex. I’m thinking that’s precisely why you flew here for. No, it wasn’t a business trip. Hell no. It was a ploy to make me waste a day's leave. I’m glad I wasted your money than.

Sorry you cried your way up to the plane. Sorry I turned my back on you. I’m not about to hurt you. I will never hurt you because I love you. And that includes not sleeping with you. I love you.

Why can’t you understand? It’s been 6 fucking years…