I want to finally meet your sleazy scumbag of a boyfriend, who treats you like dirt, in person.
I want to see him kiss you.
To see him grope you.
To see you love him.
I want to see all these things because I know that they would hurt my very soul.
So that every time I'd see you, I'd think of him too, that I'd internally recoil in disgust, and have the guts to say no the next time you invite me to an activity. So that I'd finally be free from this painful illusion that you could ever be mine.
I want you to break my heart.