Relined
I’m not sure what hurts more—the fact that you dumped me by using the same line you used on her, or the fact that you didn’t even remember telling me that you used it on her.
I’m not sure what hurts more—the fact that you dumped me by using the same line you used on her, or the fact that you didn’t even remember telling me that you used it on her.
I think I should I save my deepthroating skills for a guy who actually likes me.
Happy Thanksgiving! I am still thankful for your friendship. I wish that it could be more, but I’ll take what I can get for now.
My buddies are like, “Let’s go out tonight and get some Holiday Ass.” But I only want yours.
I hated that rental car I was driving the short time we hung out, but my mind wants it back because it thinks you would be back in my life along with it.
Why it was so easy for you have passion about Auburn football, but so difficult to care about anything else?
I still have never seen more beautiful children than ours. We did two things right.
You are the oldest feeling I have now.
Believe me, I did you a favor by picking the other guy. Just ask him.
I only go to church to see you.
The moment I lifted my finger to your cheek to remove that gnat from your face ruined me. Your stubble was glowing under the sun.
Went looking for a switch so I could turn off my feelings for you just like that. Where did you get yours?
It’s sad that we’re over. Now I have to pay for my lunch and cabs.
I’m amazed how long it took me to understand that “Missing you” was jerk-speak for “I’m bored.”
All the things I’d like to text you:
If only we could hang out right now.
Wanna see Kimya Dawson with me?
I’m taking a class about espionage.
Did you watch Grey’s Anatomy? I cried.
Wish I could be a better friend.
"Dear Old Love" is short notes to people we've loved (or at least liked). Requited or unrequited.
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