The dim sum from your place was better.
No Getting Past
I can’t seem to get past us.
You will always be a loose end to me. I will always be just another end to you.
You ended up in Brooklyn w/ the guy you cheated with and I ended up at my parents in Jersey w/ our cats.
For the Memories
I need a new love just so I can have a relationship I can look back on and smile.
I wish I could completely erase the first half of last year, the way I’ve gradually erased all the photographic evidence from Facebook.
Stop coming back just to show me how well you’re doing. I ended things because I needed to be happy.
Same Thing, Same Time
I watched the Dallas Mavericks tonight. I couldn’t tell if it was because you genuinely made me like basketball or if I just wanted to know we were doing the same thing at the same time.
In the end, you will still be the part that mattered.
I wonder if you’ve learned to tie your own ties, or if she does it for you like I used to.
In 11th grade you told me my eyes looked pretty. “The purple stuff makes them look nice,” or something like that. You made me feel beautiful. My boyfriend didn’t even say anything. Three years later it still makes me smile and feel special that you noticed me.
It gives me a sense of satisfaction knowing that you are supar-fat now, considering you shattered my heart to pieces and sent me into a spiraling depression at the tender age of 15.
No Us Movie
I can’t believe the Arrested Development cast is getting back together and we can’t even be friends.
Promise me you’ll still wear Hawaiian print once in awhile.
You tricked me into thinking you were perfect once. Now i’m wondering if you could be nice enough to do it again.
I’ve received the most comfort not necessarily in sex but by sheerly sleeping next to you.
I know you’ll never read this, but I need SOMEONE to know how much I love you without asking questions.
I miss when you’d hold my hand when we were about to cross a small puddle.
I tried to enjoy Disneyland with him, who is really a better you, but all I could think about was how much I wished you were mine and your kid was ours.
I didn’t even like basketball but I would give the world to go back and sit obstructed view with you for six hours.
He's Great, But
He’s great and doesn’t deserve this, so how do I tell him I’m sill in love with you?
You were forced to read Winesburg, Ohio for your senior year English class and you told me it was excruciatingly boring. I read it a year after we broke up, and I absolutely loved it. Turns out you were the excruciatingly boring one.
It's Not That Many!
When I drink late at night I send Dear Old Love notes about us. I’d rather 774,529,104 people know how I feel about you than tell you.
When I was with you, I think the puzzle of my life was finally complete. It was only for a little while, but it was complete nonetheless.
On the days I really miss you, I go back and listen to that stupid ringtone I set aside just for you. I wish I could hear it go off on its own.
I only remember one class from my freshman year of college. It’s the class I met you in, and I wish more than anything things had gone down differently between us.
The first time, I was too short to reach your cheek and I kissed your neck. The second time, I wore heels, but my wavy hair stood between my lips and your cheek. Pity there won’t be any “third time”.
You always said I’d hit my stride one day. Instead, I just want to hit you.
All I wanted was someone who’d be afraid to lose me.
I bought some new lacy underwear this week. It makes me both sad and glad you won’t be seeing it…
I saw a shirt that would suit you. Unfortunately there’s no more you to buy it for anymore.
Yes or Nokia
I often wonder what would have happened had I known how to answer a cell phone that night in 1998.
My biggest fear in life isn’t death or destruction. It’s that I’ll never stop loving you. I hate myself for that.
Don’t you know that by saying I want you out of my life, I mean that now would be a great time to convince me we never should have parted?
The B&W of Us
I didn’t need rose-colored glasses—the black & white of us was astounding.
I still love you with every screwed up part of me.
Remember our last night together in Africa when those potatoes wouldn’t boil, so I sat outside with you under the stars instead?
Right now I wish we were in my kitchen, covered in spilled rum, kissing, laughing, wrestling and rolling around on the floor.
I love having thoughts I know you’d love. As I struggle to put these thoughts into words, I realize I won’t get to tell you them anyway. So I let them go.
I have to figure out how to be single again.
The fact that we could never take a decent picture together should have warned me we were doomed.
Did I ever tell you my dog’s birthday is the day after yours? His birthday parties are my way to vicariously throw a birthday party for you.
The only time you want to talk to me is when I ignore your emails.
B or W
I love you! What could be better or worse than that?
Love by Association
Did you love me? Or the feelings associated with me? I will never know.
I wish you still thought of me, like I think of you.
So happy to run into you the other day. And of course you looked good. Couldn’t you have looked like shit?
Ringing Out the Year
I can’t believe it’s been more than a year since we were looking at those rings, and now we aren’t even Facebook friends.
The list of things we have in common is endless. However, the list of cons is even longer. This makes zero sense.
I snooped through your text messages while you were sleeping. I’m sorry.