It’s not trashy when you’re in love.

I fell so in love with your potential that I couldn’t see that you would never live up to it.

Li-Young Lee is right: I moved thousands of miles away only to continue looking for you around every corner, hungry for some trace of you.

You were an idiot, but cute.

Wish I’d been your guitar, instead of your girl.

I wonder who went to see Where the Wild Things Are with you. I hope you went by yourself.

I wish I were still in Cher’s “Strong Enough” phase of our breakup, and not onto Lady Antebellum’s “Need You Now” one.

You let me down, you hurt me.

I gave you food to eat, a bed to sleep in, a body to hold, and a heart to carry. You gave me the boot.

When I asked you if you liked me, you said, “I enjoy our time.” All I wanted was a flirty yes.

I miss rolling around in bed with you for hours. And you tickling me. I wish I could go back.

I dream of you nightly. I think I’ll stop with the sleeping pills; insomnia is preferable.

Ours was not the longest relationship I’ve ever had, or most intense, or purest, or even the most passionate, but there was something in the quiet comfort I felt around you.

I use you as an example of who not to date.

Teach for America’s rejection didn’t hurt as much as yours did.