Gamed Night
Of all the love games I’ve played, you’re the only one to have sunk my Battleship, landed on my Boardwalk, Connected my Four, and Pursued my Trivia.
Of all the love games I’ve played, you’re the only one to have sunk my Battleship, landed on my Boardwalk, Connected my Four, and Pursued my Trivia.
Most of all I wish I could reflect and say we were so in love. We.
You used to be my hero, and now you’re just a man in a cape and tighty-whities.
You wouldn’t believe the PIN I was sent. Even my bank is mocking me.
German Shepherds used to scare me. Now when I see one I can’t help but wish it’s you on the other end the leash.
I appreciate your honesty in showing me that we were just not right for one another. Better sooner than later.
I was young and naive and completely infatuated with your mysterious ways that summer.
I hope you realize that there is someone out there waiting to love you just as much as I did.
We should have never skipped that part called friendship.
I have to wonder if I only like that one girl at work because she looks so much like you.
You were always my favorite place to be.
In my acting class, my character is moved to tears because she is so upset about her loved one betraying her. It’s really difficult imagining what she must be going through.
It’s not that you were unkind, it’s that you were unclear.
Your refusal to donate your 10-cent bag discount at Whole Foods should’ve been my first clue that we were doomed.
Seems like I change my hair every time you break my heart, maybe hoping that you won’t recognize me, and will fall in love with me again.
"Dear Old Love" is short notes to people we've loved (or at least liked). Requited or unrequited.
The ex-husband in Grace Paley's short story "Wants" says to his ex-wife, "I attribute the dissolution of our marriage to the fact that you never invited the Bertrams to dinner." If you're bitter, that's the way to express it here.
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