Do I know you?
*walks on by without properly recognising your existence...*
But don't worry, when I'm 40 and alone, I'll cry over this chance encounter while I'm eating my morning cornflakes topped with scotch.
So it's not a loss entirely.
Go on! Walk away! Pretend that what we had didn't matter to you! All those nights when I reassuringly held you in my arms, while you cried yourself to sleep over your sexual inadequacies, I guess none of that mattered to you. The moments when we cuddled in bed, and you held my hand, and swore that you would never leave me, those were all lies!
But, go ahead, walk away, don't come back again. I'll find someone to fill the void. Just remember that some day you'll regret walking away from me. You'll long for someone like me, but you won't find anyone like me. You'll come running back to me, but I'll have moved on by then.
Farewell, my beloved BlueBalls.