I know I said I have the perfect friend for you, but I also have the perfect me for you.
Moments Over the World
I thought I loved you because you made me want to change the world. I love him because he helps me enjoy the moments.
From Dislike To-
We didn’t even like each other, then I feel in love with you.
How in the Hole?
I don’t know how you managed to create a hole in my heart while filling it at the same time.
Freedom? New You?
I can’t find a single plus side to you walking out on me.
Busing (Also Bussing)
Please don’t think about me when your bus passes my stop. I don’t live here anymore.
Wishing I Could
I really wish I could love you like you love me. Does that help? Well, it’s true anyway.
I still read our horoscopes every morning. Maybe I’m hoping that one day it’ll tell you to come back or tell me to move on.
Checking All Perspectives
Some of my favorite conversations with you were about faith and God. And now you’re dating an atheist.
We didn’t spend nearly enough time at the beach.
I still love you, but more like a mother would a son.
I should have listened when you told me who you were. I was too busy staring at those dimples.
If learning that love no longer conquers all is a part of growing up, then you taught me well.
Let Them Go
I broke down in the Verizon store when they told me I was going to lose all your voicemails.
I should’ve known that you were all wrong for me when you refused to watch The Princess Bride together.
And Erases All Names
I just tried to look you up on Facebook and realized I forgot your last name. Time heals all wounds.
How You Roll
I haven’t smoked in blunt form since we broke up. No one will ever roll like you.
Every time I text with my pointer fingers instead of my thumbs I think of you.
I’ll hold the memory of this summer like I should have been able to hold you.
I want you to flip you over, not off.
You always knew just what to say to keep me around.
I still feel extremely possessive of your passenger seat, even though I don’t belong there anymore.
I let my pubic hair grow because you said you preferred the 70s look, and then you never got to see it.
The Emptiness Can Be Sexy
I will never understand why you chose the emptiness over us.
Whenever Dunkin Donuts messes up my coffee, I think of you on our many post-party mornings, shaking your cup and saying, “They never get it right at this one.”
You were just too vanilla and I needed sprinkles.
Today could have been our one year wedding anniversary. I’m glad it’s not!
Kind to be Cruel
I will never forget the horrible thing you said to me. But, I’m glad you said it. If you hadn’t, I’d still be trying to make you love me.
You did so much to try and impress me. I’m not worth it.
You lied about your past, your fidelity, and who you were. Which is why I had no problem texting you a quick message reading, ‘No, of course I haven’t found someone else’ after I had just finished having sex.
I wonder what music you’ll listen to after me.
When I ask the universe for happiness, I ask it to please include you.
Were You Now
I was the moon tonight.
What we had has been reduced to one musty shirt, a handful of pictures, countless tears, and a Taylor Swift song.
Not even a Hallmark card?
I’m flattered that you think I can do all this alone.
I’m afraid you’ll always be in my heart, even if you aren’t in my arms.
I hope someday you finally get the pictures developed on that disposable camera, and I hope you keep the picture of me smoking a joint in your garage.
French Kiss Off
You never could spell “Je t’aime” right. It’s not je t’amie; it’s je t’aime. But maybe that’s fitting, since you never meant it.
Your way with words made me forget how much I hate talking on the phone.
No More Byes
I’m really, really, really tired of saying goodbye to you.
View from The Netherlands
I’m in Groningen, Netherlands. I keep seeing people who look like you. It makes me wonder what you look like in real life.
I hope I met you in straight form one day.
I still find myself missing you most days, but I fear your reaction to those words too much to tell you.
Sorry I had cold feet when you called me for a trip down memory lane last year. My husband hadn’t cleaned my hiking boots, so I couldn’t meet you halfway.
We were nearly perfect, except you needed someone to scream back at the world with you, and I was just too in love with it.
I still miss you every day, but I am so much happier without you.
Maybe we weren’t the only ones who shared a love of otters, Mexican food, and bad game shows.
Hearing the Voice
After two years of not hearing from you, I was taken aback by how familiar—yet how unrecognizable—your voice had become.
I hate that I miss you, and never want to see you again.