here's a dozen dead roses for you

Dear one whom I have banished from my life for eternity,

Which part of 'we're through' don't you understand? The 'we're' part or the 'through' part?

I don't miss you, you ugly piece of indelible memory. And stop expecting that I do.

By the way, the word reconciliation does not belong in my dictionary.

With deep regret (for having known you),

Countess Maya Arielle Evans.

p/s: when I say I'm Raphael's, that means I'm Raphael's. I don't give a damn whether he really exists or not.