I know I canceled our plans for this and that, yet here you are, waiting patiently like a loyal pet.
You didn’t expect me to be so elusive when you swiped right, nor did I expect you to hold on so long after winning every game of hide and seek.
There are countless beautiful women out there, eager for your attention. Choosing me might seem desperate, or perhaps I should start identify myself as “irresistible”?
I feel for you, letting me break promises repeatedly, but I’m impressed by your resilience, standing outside with a bouquet, waiting for me.
If I had met you before the heartbreakers, would you have been the hero of my life, or just another villain crushing me?
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had never answered the prayers from my past mistakes, foreseeing the failures of a relationship.

So before we decide on anything, are you sure you really want me? I’m notorious for breaking hearts or clinging too tightly.
Once I invite you into my world, there’s no escaping the consequences of breaking my heart.
You’re lucky if the wounds you inflict are superficial, but if my heart breaks again, you’ll wish you had given up on me long ago…