I don’t even know anymore why I miss you, but I do. Profoundly.
You were the first person I enjoyed being with more than I enjoy being alone. I’m sorry that it didn’t end up being enough for me. I guess I need to find someone like you, but who can also bring the fireworks.
Whenever you had something important to tell me, you would do this thing where you pressed your forehead against mine, and held my face in both your hands. I miss it so much.
I am stuck between hating you and still missing you. Life comes back to haunt me in the most daunting ways. I think about you often, wondering if you’re only holding back because you don’t want to seem weak. You were the one who told me to relax and to put my guard down. Look where that’s gotten us, rushed relationship, me, full of regrets, endless crying nights, shifting thoughts, you, just...
I always see “Dear Old Love” on my dash and always want to submit our story. But how do you sum up those 3 years into one tiny sentence?
The only thing I miss about you is when you would ash my cigarette for me when we layed in bed in the dark. Now, I keep ashing on the carpet, and each stain reminds me of you
You were my second thought upon waking up this morning. Sadly, that’s progress.
he asked me who my first love was and I couldn’t bring myself to say your name
All Over My Phone
You still call and text me wanting…God only knows. But you told me that I should forget all about you. An ex-fiancee, a kid, and a few years later, you’re all over my phone when I’m just living my life.
You pretended not to be excited to play Nat King Cole records for me on your record player. Even then I thought it was a tragic hipster cliche.
Your cat allergy was like a big red warning sign.
I don’t want you back, but I’d love to hook up with you one more time.
The thought of simply seeing you gave me anxiety all night. You’d think after four years I’d be able to get over you. The fact that I still get anxious tells me that I’m not.
Thanks for being so respectful when I was so vulnerable. Any other guy would have used me, but you just cared for me.
I was initially embarrassed to be with someone so young who shaved their head. Now I miss touching your soft smooth head everyday.
Ever since you moved to Georgia, my life hasn’t been the same. I’m so much better without you.
Trying to be your best friend is killing me. I hate that every time I see you pop up online it means you are talking to him, and that everytime you use Instagram it’s just to take pictures for him.
I’ve loved. I’ve lost. Can I be done now?
Truth is, I couldn’t stand how much prettier you are than me. You’re a better person, too.
Something’s missing. But I don’t know what it is. That’s a lie.
My broken earphones let music into my left ear only occasionally and at irregular intervals. It’s irrational, but I like to think that during those moments when both earphones are working, you are thinking about me.
The first time we were intimate, you said you didn’t deserve this. You were right.
All the things that annoyed me while we were together make me like you more now that we’re not.
I would give anything, to just be ignored by you in the same room.
You’ll be back. Of this I am sure.
You had a different “Love of your Life” for every Madagascar movie released.
You still look at me with those kind eyes and lusty smirk. We’re both with someone. I’m scared I won’t be able to resist.
While you were busy falling out of love with me, I was busy falling in love with the world.
Even though we never talked much, I still love your voice.
Before I gave you my heart, you were heartless. Now I am.
Once upon a time I wished for someone to kiss who would give me butterflies. Now I can’t even think back to our kisses without getting butterflies…I wonder if those flutters will ever go away.
When you were here, we danced in the kitchen. I kissed your mouth and you spun me twice. Five years later, you are gone to heroin. And I’m the only one on this planet who knows how beautiful that moment was.
I guess being your plus one didn’t mean I was the one.
Once in a while I check the dating sites to see if you’re back on. You’re still not. I hope it’s a sign that you’re not over me yet.
You told me I was in your top 4 people to be stuck on a deserted island with. I got to the island but you’re nowhere to be found.
You were everything to me. I felt like you made breathing possible, like you were the reason I was alive. And now I can’t remember what it felt like to be in your arms. I almost wish I was still in pain. Then maybe everything I went through with you would make sense. I miss missing you.
Just The Way I Am
I may say how angry I am, how you are scum, and how I would never go back to you. But as long as I think of you whenever I listen to “The Way I Am” I know I’m not over you.
I’m not sad for all the things that won’t, I’m happy for all the things that did. And every time I look at the stars, or hear Jack Johnson, or think of Home, I’ll smile and think of you.
I hate crying. I promised I would never cry over you. How dare you make me break a promise!
I was going to write you a long, drawn out apology the other day. I was going to spill my guts and tell you how much I miss your friendship, and wouldn’t mind if I could program your number back into my phone for the odd text or two. I was going to say “since we’ve seen each other a couple times in town, or when I get gas, it just makes sense that we’re okay with each other. And I’m sorry for...
I’ve just downloaded a buch of Yann Tiersen because a friend said it’s good music to listen to while you read. I wanted to tell you so you would be “proud” of me. I think every thing I do is for you yo be proud of me.
No One Else
I always felt special because no matter what you came back. Only now, after a year of you coming back and breaking me over and over, do I realize that you only came back when you had no one else.
Even after 8 of the happiest months of my life spent with my current boyfriend I can’t stop thinking about those 3 months we had together.
I just found the to-do list we made together. Funny how it didn’t include “break up and become total strangers”.
You say our chances of being together again in the future are unlikely, but I’m still hoping.
Seeing you feels like masochism but not seeing you feels even worse.
“What will survive of us is love.” They’re Philip Larkin’s words but you said them to me, over and over. I believe you.
You didn’t let me dress up for Comicon. That was the first red flag.
I’m fine. Really. I just don’t wanna see you again. Not because I’m bitter and not because I’m afraid I might feel something for you again, but because I just hate it how you made me hate myself so much.
All About You
Even though I’m still with you, I still reblog Dear Old Love relentlessly. And yes, they are all about you.