I once told you I didn’t understand how you could possibly be single after all these years. It has since become painfully obvious.
I must be at the acceptance stage of grief because all I feel for you is kindness.
I learned at least one important lesson from our relationship: start collecting my things before the breakup.
A Thought for Me
I’m embarassed about the “thoughts for you” I wrote. Now I can see how lame they sounded.
I thought you let me down. Maybe it was my imagination that let me down.
Ignore, Por Favor
I liked it better when you were ignoring me. I felt nauseated less frequently.
I kept your Nintendo shirts balled up in a bag for over a month after you left. When I could finally stand to wear your smell, it was heaven.
I loved you sneaking up behind me and brushing my neck with your No-Shave November beard. And then came December.
I bought $115 worth of makeup and had a professional show me how to apply it. I tried to pretend that it was a Christmas present for myself, but really, it was for you.
A Crazy Shade of Winter
December 22nd still gives me the chills.
Being honest about being a jerk didn’t make you less of a jerk.
White Wine Dates
I miss our white wine dates at Le Rouge, and the trip back to my place that usually followed.
Who gave you the idea to propose the day before Christmas? Who gave you the idea to propose in our living room? Now you’re gone, and all that’s left is memories of that.
Snow Me In
All I want is to be snowed in with you.
My OCD complimented your OCD precisely.
I’ve spent a year wishing that you were still a part of my life. Merry Christmas.
I still send love letters to your old address in Iraq.
A Real (Estate) Threat
Sure are a lot of apartments for rent in your neighborhood…
I never missed you, not once in six months. And then it snowed.
Circle of Shame
Shame on you for falling in love with me based on potential; shame on me for not living up to it.