1. Windows

    I always leave my windows open, just in case you want to crawl back in.

  2. Real?

    Was it real for you, too?

  3. A Reach

    There are times when everything inside of me wants to reach out to you. I sometimes miss those moments when I just could.

  4. Best By

    I didn’t realize until you that food isn’t the only thing with expiration dates.

  5. When my phone didn’t ring, I knew it wasn’t you.

  6. Closer

    Nobody is unique and pretty like they describe in books but you made me feel like that, like some sort of quirky poet on the subway listening to a Joy Division song while tapping my feet to the drums, making it look like I was a rarity of this dull washed out world.

  7. All Your Wisdom

    You told me you gained all your wisdom from Tumblr.

    You’re 50, for God’s sake. Tumblr is 7!  

  8. Unreal

    You don’t seem real anymore.

  9. Fingers Reach

    My fingers reach out for what was.

  10. On Line

    I leave my skype online 24/7. Just in case you would feel the urge to tell me something.

  11. Rocky

    I joined OkCupid to get over you, but there are so many rock climbers!

  12. Your Mug

    Now your coffee mug is filled with rum and Coke, your pillow lies in the space you once did, I need pills to sleep, your favorite snacks line my cabinets, I have a folder on my laptop where I save things you would laugh at, and I still feel like you’re going to walk through my door like nothing ever happened.

  13. No Longer

    You are no longer my favorite memory.

  14. Raining And

    It’s raining, and you’re not calling to ask me if I want to go outside to make out.

  15. Sad vs Happy Drunk

    You are the sad-drunk type and I am the happy-drunk type. Should have known it would never work.


"Dear Old Love" is short, anonymous 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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