When you left, I should have followed you. But I was foolish and didn’t think you’d actually go. Now it’s too late to say I’m sorry.

I see you with another girl, and it crushes my soul that I let you slip through my fingers. Envisioning your hands all over her body, your mouth kissing her perky breasts, and your magnificent cock sliding into her hot pussy is more than I can bear.

I tell myself it’s not my fault. I didn’t chase you into her arms; there was a heavy downpour outside.

So, I blame it on the rain.