Heartbroken: My Choppa Had an Affair
I don’t know where to start. I loved my choppa and my choppa loved me. Or so I thought.
It was a regular day when I came home and found my choppa in the hands of another man. I was gobsmacked. Positively flabbergasted. It was just the other day when I took my choppa for a ride and we passed by all our favorite spots. The way the sun came through the window and shone down on her. I was gonna propose.
Anyway, I packed up all my things. Or, rather, gave them all away to the new man with my choppa. My wallet, keys, my phone. My own choppa took everything from me. I must sound like a cliche.
The funny thing is, I hope my choppa finds happiness. If you love someone, you have to let them go. And I do love my choppa. But my choppa doesn’t love me.