I am Jack's hard-on.

It's been almost three years.

We weren't even in a relationship back in the time we lived in the SCAD bubble with all the other freshmen. We had amazing sexual chemistry. You gave me everything I ever wanted from a man. You made me feel the way I'd always wanted to in bed--we were perfect together. In spite of, or perhaps because of our amazing sexual compatibility, we had connection. I knew it. You knew it. But you wouldn't accept it. You wanted to look cool to your friends over having me as your partner. You treated me like shit in public to save face. You did everything you could to reject me and make me feel beneath you. You passed me up. We could've been something great together.

A year and a half later I fell in love. I no longer had to pine for you because I found someone else to fulfill my fantasies--someone who wasn't afraid to take on all the thrill and abstraction that is me. I replaced you. I moved on. I want no one else but him. Everything I have his is alone.

In the year and a half we've been together, you still won't leave me alone. I know how much you regret what you did, and I do too. I've thought about the past, and at times I do miss you. But after all that you've done I just want you to go away.

You call me late at night telling me that I'm the perfect woman. I'm the most beautiful, amazing woman you've ever been with. You tell me you fantasize about me everyday. You tell me how sorry you are for choosing your friends over me, friends you don't even have anymore. There's desperation in your voice as you tell me you'd do anything and everything to satisfy me. "No one will worship you the way I will".

I told my boyfriend about the calls. I blocked you on Facebook. I've done everything I can to break our ties forever. I won't have you getting off to thoughts of what could be again.

Today I sat down in the computer lab and worked on a computer that already had someone signed into it. After printing out my document I went to log out of the computer, and I saw your ID displayed on the log in screen.

I couldn't believe it. After all this time of trying to erase our ties to each other, we are still connected. I still find traces of you wherever I go.

Why won't this connection go away? Why are you still here after all this time?

Go away. You're history to me.