If you ever read this, F. G. (even though I doubt it):
The more it goes and the more I consider what happened as a betrayal, for which I cannot be blamed in the absence of any explanation.
I unjustly felt pain for days during the beginning of January. One whole week, wasted.
Therefore, here's my message to you: in the absence of an explanation, don't dare coming back to me ever again, and go eat shit (or dirt, or shitty food).
And that also applies to your lover.