Every time I hear my Facebook chat sound, I desperately hope it’s you. It never is.
I can’t cut steak without hearing your voice in my head. You always said I cut it the wrong way.
Every time I see a preview for the X-Files I can’t help but think of our late nights that turned into mornings in. I miss them. I miss you.
Happy w/o You
So this is what it’s like to be happy without you…it’s not quite as good as before, but it’s a hell of a lot less scary, because you don’t have the power to take it away.
We only talked during soccer season each year, but I wanted you in all of the other seasons as well. I was always better at defense anyway.
We are so alike that we used to laugh and say that we were basically the same person. But even Facebook knows you can’t be in a relationship with yourself.
I can’t sit on bleachers without thinking about you.
The essential drama of our relationship: Me: Look out, it’s a pit. You: [stepping into pit anyway] Aaagh! Me: What did I tell you?
I know you still get spam emails from my old email account. I hope you think of me when you delete them.
Not the Best
I thought you were the best I’d ever have. I’m so glad I was wrong.
Make it a Double
In the process of breaking your heart I broke mine too.
Beginning & End
To me it felt like just the beginning, but I guess you saw it as the end.
Cold Feet to Warm Feet
What I miss the most is waking up in the middle of the night and moving my cold feet towards your warm feet, and sticking them under.
They lied! Love doesn’t conquer all.
Do you still have my shirt? Do you remember? How you got soaked waiting for me outside, and how we laughed the rest of the night? Keep it, I don’t need it back.
Sometimes I Forget
Sometimes I forget to miss you for days at a time. You have no idea how big a deal this is…
I hope every time you look at your iPod you think of me, knowing that I was the one who cracked the screen.
You Take Care
YOU have to take care, not me. Although I loved it when you told me that.
I’ve recently realized my blog is basically a collection of things I could never say to you.