I saw someone who looked like you today. But, I saw many more people who did not look like you.
The first sip of a beer will always remind me of you.
Every time I see your face I have to go out and do something stupid. Or someone actually.
I really wish I knew exactly what you used to do to make me squirt so I could explain it to the boy I replaced you with.
I will always remember you with long blonde hair in a pink baseball cap holding a beer sticking your tongue out as you tried to make the winning beer pong shot.
The time we spent together as friends, dating, and in a relationship, I will never regret. I just want you to know that.
The plan was to love you forever. I guess it wasn’t a perfect one.
I loved you. That is the one thing that will always be true. Even if everything else wasn’t.
If loving you was the crime, I’m serving the life sentence.
I loved you more than I was capable of loving.
I miss you so much, it makes my entire body hurt. Not just my heart or my chest, but my fingertips and my toes and my earlobes. My earlobes are hurting because of you.
I still masturbate to our old sexts. I emotionally masturbate to them, too, pretending to relive those exciting moments.
I can finally reference our relationship in casual conversation without bursting into tears.
I thought the stars and moon shined for you. Nighttime was when we were at our best. Not because of the sex, but because in the dark we were just voices and touch, and that’s what I miss most.
I am happy to report I finally went a weekend without thinking about you. Alcohol was involved.