I blame the end of our relationship on us never watching Moulin Rouge together.
Not a Matter of Deserve
I’m still waiting for an explanation. I deserve one.
I realized that I have a wonderful imagination. I was able to pretend that you were in love with me for three years.
I forgot your birthday. I couldn’t feel more guilty. I’m not sure what that guilt means.
I’ve met many men after you, many men far better than you, but they never seem to say my name quite like you did. They way you said it—I could hear myself in it.
Aw, Come On
It sucks that your life doesn’t suck.
We bonded over music. Too bad I felt like background noise.
Take My Calls. Please.
You said you would take a bullet for me but it turns out that I wanted you to take my phone calls more.
You hurt me. But when you came over and sat in my lap, I had a relapse. You were warm, I liked it.
Keep the 2 Years
Looking back, I wish I hadn’t wasted 2 years of my life wishing you loved me, because the moment you finally kissed me, I realized I didn’t love you.
As we stood in the old court room waiting for the judge to dissolve our marriage, I couldn’t help notice the traffic on its way out to the beach. That, and the fact that only two years ago we were stuck in the same traffic celebrating our honeymoon.
Every Day Since
I am 25, have had 6 serious boyfriends, 4 lovers, and I haven’t seen you in almost 7 years. But I have thought of you every single day since the day I met you.
How dare you stay unexpectedly? I can’t spend another two weeks ignoring the fact that you’re ignoring me.
I know you miss me. So why can’t you just say you’re sorry?
Thirty-some years ago my mother talked me into breaking our engagement (too young!). Three failed marriages later, I resent her and I’m still dreaming of you.
This Doesn't Make Sense
I’ll hate you for all eternity but you’re still the only person I’d really trust with my cat.
My bed-frame still squeaks from the time you stayed over. Even now I can’t turn over without a sound that reminds me of you.
I tell everyone I lost my virginity to you when we were 16. Truth is I was too afraid to give myself to you when I knew I couldn’t trust you. So why do I still wish it were you?
You think I hate you, but really it’s just that all the love I have for you isn’t allowed to be love, so it comes out in other forms. I wish you could see it for what it really is.
I already have a new boyfriend & I’m happy. But, is it settling if he’s not the kind of boyfriend that sends flowers or any of those cheesy things when I crave those kinds of things?
Are We Clear
The acne you always told me to cover up cleared away after you left. I’m taking it as a sign that you were the one holding back my confidence, not the marks.
The only consolation is knowing I cried more in the relationship than now that I am out.
I resent the once-a-year holiday “How are you?” phone calls more than I ever resented the way you left me. Are you hoping I’ll be doing badly? Are you feeling bad about what you did? That’s all on you. I’ve moved on and I’m fantastic.
I can’t get you out of my head, but at least I don’t have to buy you coffee anymore.
Goodwill & Guitar
I hope you find someone else to go Goodwill music shopping with. I hope you find someone new to sit in the spot and play guitar with. You deserve someone like that. I just wish it could be me.
There was a time I thought you were too short. Now I realize height doesn’t depend on feet and inches, but on whether or not I feel safe in your arms.
I can’t shake the memory of your hands on my hips and your breath on my cheek.
It’s seven months since you left. I still check my email everyday in hope of seeing your name in my inbox… Just so I can turn you down one last time.
You left me with cold hands, but I’ll warm them up without you.
Less is More, Specialwise
He’s made me feel more special in less than two weeks than you did in almost two years. So why do I still worry that you were the love of my life?
Since you left I’ve had plenty more time for marathon training. It’s great knowing I’m going to qualify for Boston before you do.
Life on Mars
I don’t wish you were dead, just that you lived on Mars.
I wish we would have had that “perfect summer” (our code word for making love) back when we were 16.
Sometimes I feel like a machine programmed to love you.
Her Who Had
I hate her who had your kid. I hate all the females you cheated on me with. I hate you for making me waste 5 years loving your family—who I will never hangout with again.
I keep asking myself—how can you resist my charms?
My grades are better than yours, I look better than you do, I cook better, I write better, I’m even a better gamer than you. I’d exchange all these things to have you back.
I used to leave my phone on silent when I went to bed, but because of you I developed a habit of making sure that the volume was up so I wouldn’t miss your texts.
The Other Guy
Then you turned out to be “that other guy”, the one who knew the right things to say, but not really mean them, the one who made me feel invisible, the one who wrecked my head.
I’m not saying I don’t miss you. All I’m saying is that I miss you less than I thought I would.
Seeing you without glasses is like seeing you naked.
Out of the Crowd
It has taken me a while, but I finally stopped looking for you in crowded places.
I love and miss annoying you. Or better yet, crash out ‘annoying’.
The boy who sits next to me, in your seat, in the classroom where we fell in love, smokes your cigarettes. My heart does a flip every time I smell them on him, and then it hurts when I have to remind myself that it isn’t you sitting next to me.
You’ve always said “just friends”. So why is it that you are angry with me for having sex with another guy? But trust me, I wish that guy was you.
We were pizza soul-mates.
I used to call the girl who broke your heart a bitch. Now I call her my hero.
Focus on the Role
i got you a ticket for my play, and when I was on stage I kept searching for your face, but you weren’t there.
Saying it All
I want to say everything to you.
Whenever my heart aches, I remind myself to be grateful that I am now living my life, not yours.