It may not have been true love, but it sure as hell was true heartbreak.
Today I found my old phone, turned it on, and there you were, set as my background. I promptly smashed your face in.
I hate that I still think of you every time I masturbate. I don’t know how not to…
You are my daydream.
Everytime it snows I think of you, and this is the snowiest winter we have had in years.
I thought the love we had was real. It actually was. But just for me
Even though there are some scars on my heart after our last encounter, I hope you find whatever makes you happy. We’re all lost souls trying to get through life in one piece, and I don’t want to stand in your way.
I will come out of this a fighter.
I’ll be here when you need me again, even though you said what you said, I know you don’t mean it.
There will come a time when Polaroids will be gone, film will disintegrate, computers will be too old to start when plugged in and backup data will get lost thanks to broken disks. Hopefully, Facebook will be gone too, so I won’t have a place to stalk you anymore. Until then, I secretly wish an unknown error deletes all our memorabilia together.
I still remember the terrible smell of your cologne that day in the park when I told you I might be pregnant. Then you told me about your abortion fund and your fantasies of having sex with a pregnant girl and letting her have an abortion later.
Remember when I took you fishing? You caught so many fish.
One day when I write about ‘you’ it won’t be about you anymore.
I have ceased to be interested in your zodiac personality traits.
I’m scared you will turn me into somebody who sends things in to Dear Old Love.