If I sleep with you again now, it’s because it doesn’t seem to count since you’re a familiar face/old love.
I no longer feel bad about admitting that I was out of your league.
Every guy I’ve met, gone on dates with, or made out with since we broke up makes me believe in the idea of a soul mate. Each of them convinces me that I have found and lost mine in you.
Thank you for having the courage to walk away when I was still clinging to hope for a future together that will never exist.
Every time I draw my “ideal” girl, they have curly hair, because of you.
I promise to always think of you when I’m in Seattle.
I always check the background of friend’s photos for your face.
I didn’t pleasantly surprise you enough?
Now that we’re no longer together, I wonder if there’s anyone there reminding you what’s best. Then I wonder if I really want you to be nagged by someone other than me.
Look! I have new boyfriend! He is smarter, richer and loves me more. I won, so we can stop playing this game and get back together?
Solid on the Kiss
I wish I could tell you that no matter how much you hurt me and how much pain I’m in right now, I will never regret you being my first kiss.
How I Been
When you see me next, don’t ask me how I’ve been unless you really want to know.
I may have walked away from the situation with a broken heart, but I also walked away with an iPad.
I miss you the most when it’s daytime. Even though I’d only ever see you at nighttime.
Theater of Pain
It really sucked going to that movie theatre today, the last time I was there I was with you. I couldn’t help but remember which theatre we were in, everything you said and did. I couldn’t help but remember how happy I was. I wish I could help you remember.
You are better than real life.
I finally found Someone Like You—so much so that they don’t want a relationship with me either, just a few nights in my bed.
Outta My Dreams
It is not fair for you to start inhabiting my dreams. You left me, remember? Please kindly remove yourself from my dream-life as well.
Even after my marriage failed due to my obsession with you, I still don’t care that you are the same sex and twice my age. Anybody else I have ever crushed on has resembled you in the most unsettling way.
I’m normal, honest.
He loves 500 Days of Summer, which is a movie I could never even convince you to watch with me. That’s indisputable proof that he’s better for me than you, right?
Thinking Good & Bad
Thinking about the bad times makes me sad, but thinking of all the good times, well that’s even worse.
Too bad our nights normally spent watching Storage Wars together turned into the actual war of our relationship.
What upsets me the most is when I think of how much fun we would be having if everything were different.
Set Yourself Free
Although it’s evident now that every one of the quarter of a million words you wrote in those 250 love letters are no longer true, it kills me that you are still reluctant to admit that and set me free.
It’s ‘bizarre’, not ‘bazzar’. It’s ‘professional’, not ‘proffesional’. Your spelling was appalling, that’s why I could never love you properly.
You still think I was asleep when you whispered you loved me and kissed my neck. I should have sat up and told you the same.
New Bad Ideas
I have to stop reading this site, because every entry is a new, scary idea of how I could continue to miss you.
Tired of musing on Old Loves? Well, muse on yourself and your unsung talents at YOU ARE GOOD AT THINGS. Maybe you’re good at keeping your place in books without a bookmark, or accurately diagnosing your friends’ medical conditions online, or closing doors with a butt-nudge. Let the world know about your skills that don’t pay the bills!
My love. I don’t know why I called you that because, let’s face it, we even said we didn’t love each other yet. Too bad we ruined things before we did.
Turn that 'Brella Upside-Down
I still smile a sad smile when it is raining because of your obsession with umbrellas.
But You Can Have a Dog!
I wished we disagreed about things that come with a compromise. We can’t have half a kid.
She has fatter legs—at least my constant fear of you leaving me for someone who was skinny didn’t come true.
Even while you enjoy other lovers, you still have my love. Ain’t that a bitch.
Your laugh sounded just like sunshine, I swear.
Family Guy & Wine
I still go to sleep every night to Family Guy & just one glass of wine.
Just because you never laid a hand on me, doesn’t mean you didn’t leave me bruised and scarred.
The Cranberries came on in the restaurant during my first date in a while. I went to the ladies room so he wouldn’t see my eyes well up, thinking of that night with you, so long ago.
I had another dream that we ended up together last night. I woke up beside my husband, and he asked what was wrong. I told him “Nothing, just a bad dream” as I swallowed the lump in my throat, a lump of every memory we shared.
I am going to force you to be my friend again, whether you like it or not.
I may have no reason to feel jealous at all. But I do, and it’s pathetic, and I’m lonely, and I love you, and it’s looking increasingly likely that you will never know.
Loving You Through
It’s been 13 years. I’ve loved you for over half my life. I’ve loved you through a serious girlfriend that turned into your wife. Enough now.
Young & Fun
I’ll always remember how we both told each other & ourselves that we were just young and having fun. It wasn’t until it all came apart that we both realized we had fallen for each other.
Remember when we would work together all night? And after a 14 hour day you insisted on massaging my dirty feet? I loved it. Not because the massage felt amazing. More because it was one of the most tender things a person had done for me.
I’m constantly reading about your life in 140 characters. I can tell you about mine in 10. I love you
Hello. For those of you who see these on your dashboard, Dear Old Love has gotten a makeover, its fourth. I’m excited that the “Random” button is back. If you’re new to the site (it’s been around nearly four years!), this is a cool way to visit past notes.
I’ve never been the type for dancing, but I’d do anything to be in your arms waltzing again.
I’ve told certain people that I lost my virginity to you when I was 18. When really, we tried but I was too scared to give that to you at the time. I am now 20 and lost my virginity to some guy I met at a bar, with out even questioning it.
Whenever I see an out-of-state license plate, I immediately lean over to punch you. Knowing you’ll never be there again hurts the worst.