You tricked me into thinking you were perfect once. Now i’m wondering if you could be nice enough to do it again.

I’ve received the most comfort not necessarily in sex but by sheerly sleeping next to you. 

I know you’ll never read this, but I need SOMEONE to know how much I love you without asking questions. 

I miss when you’d hold my hand when we were about to cross a small puddle. 

I tried to enjoy Disneyland with him, who is really a better you, but all I could think about was how much I wished you were mine and your kid was ours. 

He’s great and doesn’t deserve this, so how do I tell him I’m sill in love with you?

You were forced to read Winesburg, Ohio for your senior year English class and you told me it was excruciatingly boring. I read it a year after we broke up, and I absolutely loved it. Turns out you were the excruciatingly boring one. 

When I drink late at night I send Dear Old Love notes about us. I’d rather 774,529,104 people know how I feel about you than tell you.

When I was with you, I think the puzzle of my life was finally complete. It was only for a little while, but it was complete nonetheless. 

On the days I really miss you, I go back and listen to that stupid ringtone I set aside just for you. I wish I could hear it go off on its own.

All I wanted was someone who’d be afraid to lose me.