Just because I have feelings for you, doesn’t mean I want to be in a relationship with you.
The dress I just bought would have looked so good on your floor.
Our names, one on top of the other in the mailroom, see more action than we ever will.
I knew I couldn’t keep you.
I quit smoking because the smell reminded me of you.
You haunt me.
I hate that everything in my house still reminds me of you. The smell, my bed, the couch, the kitchen. Lucky you don’t have that problem—I never got to visit you.
You are the reason I’ll check my next love’s text messages when they leave the room.
I had an answer to every question you never asked. It’s not my fault you never bothered to wonder.
I’m at the point where missing you isn’t even genuine. It’s just that I’ve been doing it everyday for so long that it’s a habit.
I didn’t look you in the eyes because I couldn’t think of a single thing I would want to see there.
Thanks to you, I’m acing the chapter on inner-office relationships.
Sometimes I want to walk the streets of this stupid town holding hands with someone else, in the hopes that you’ll pass by.
Location, Location, Location
When I said I liked it rough, I meant in bed, not on my heart.
I see you for the first time in nine months and all I can manage is an awkward wave. I still love you, you complete asshole.
Visiting the Cliff
I visited the cliff today, and seeing that patch of ground made me want you all over again.
You can’t spend go an hour without looking in the mirror to check your hair, but I liked your bedhead hairdos the best.
You used to tell me we could never break up because I needed you to reach the top shelves of my closet for my shoes. Well, we broke up, and I got a footstool.
The Smart Way
I’m dealing with us being over the smart way—getting hammered with my best friends. You are not. You’re never going to get over me with a rebound, especially that rebound, sweetie.
Changing Ideas About Changing
You told me you would never change for a girl. Seems to me like you’ve changed for her.
When I find beautiful music, I’m tempted to call and tell you to come listen, but it doesn’t work that way anymore.
Don't Shout It Out
At least you have blood stains on your sheets to remind you of me.
I keep seeing pictures of you smiling, knowing that I’d once kissed those lips. Now it makes me slightly disheartened that you can still smile without me.
I like to think that if I’d have met your parents, they would’ve liked me.
I was only joking when I called you an asshole. I never thought you actually were one.
You should let her know that that was my side of the bed first.
I really wish you were following me on Twitter.
Need to Tell You
Every once in a while I get so excited because something happens that I need to tell you…but then I remember that I can’t. Even apart you’re capable of disappointing me.
Let me at least be your most haunting regret.
I refuse to get over you, and I refuse to let you get over me.
The Correct Response
If I could figure out what happens inside your head when we’re near each other, and the correct way to respond to it, then maybe there will be hope for me, winning you.
I saw my first falling star with you by my side, and I promise I will never regret wishing for you to always be mine upon it.
Your mother loved me. Your father loved me. Your grandparents, both sets, loved me. Your brothers loved me. Your dogs loved me. Why couldn’t you?
The tree sap stain is still on the back of my jeans from that summer sunset. I think of you whenever I do laundry and how that stain never goes away.
I never needed to be beautiful until you told me it was the one thing you wanted to make me feel.
I wanted to tell you all of my secrets, but you became one of them.
I’m here when you’re ready to apologize. I always am.
Me to Be
One day you’ll find her, the girl you always wanted me to be.
You know I’d still tap that. Any day.
The scar on my hand has faded. Not sure about the one on my heart.
I changed your name in my phone to Move On.
I asked you to delete my naked pictures from your phone, but I kept yours (and I hope you secretly kept mine, too).
My life is easier without you, not better.
Staying with you would have messed up my life plan.
Maybe Not a Million Times...
Even though he’s the better man a million times over, he still can’t make me laugh or smile with just my eyes the way you did.
I hope you know that I may not have loved you when you loved me, but I do now. I’m sorry.
How I feel about you is littered all over Twitter.
I finally got around to deleting all of our emails and our gmail chats. They were in the thousands. It took ten minutes. As I get rid of things that remind me of us, how cute we were together, how funny you were…I’m starting to forget you. Can’t decide if this is a good thing or not.
I will always wonder what would have happened if we had happened.
I didn’t know I fell in a love with a girl who’s heart was so bent it can’t break.