Dear Old Love

You are in each and every corner of my soul. Often and always, you are strolling through my mind and my thoughts and memories, tainting them with happiness and a softness I haven’t found again. In case you were wondering…I miss you.

While I appreciate you trying to be the bigger person, wouldn’t it have just been easier to let this go so we could both move on?

I remember when our class had to form a line to go to lunch, and I’d try to stand right behind you. When we’d start moving, that’s when I’d grab hold of the hem of your shirt. You have no idea how happy I was doing that.

Whenever we went to the mall, you’d always sneak up behind me and grab my butt. Over a year later, whenever I go shopping, I still find myself preparing to feel your hand on my ass.

Every time I fuck her, whoever she is, I think of you.

I met you again for the first time in seven years. When I saw you, I thought, “What was I thinking?”

And then we spoke, and I thought, “That’s what it was.”

You’re still a wonderful human being. 

We used to talk about shower sex when we were still in love. I had shower sex with my new boyfriend yesterday. I have a feeling it was way better then it ever would have been with you. 

Witnessing you drive past my house to see if I was home or you could see me made me smile for the small fact that maybe, you’re having trouble getting over me. Maybe you’re haunted by the memories of us whenever you touch your new gf.

Please stop asking me how I’m doing; acting like you still care.

The world seemed so small when you and I found each other so far away from our homelands. Now that we have parted, it seems so disheartening huge…

It’s weird.  The Killers are coming back to Columbus, and I am not going to see them with you.  Remember when The Killers = Me = The best night of your life?  

That was our music.  I guess it’s just mine now.

I thought maybe I wasn’t crying because I didn’t care. How sad to realize it was because I was paralyzed by misery. 

I used to have to tickle you before we’d take a picture so that you actually had a cute smile on your face. What is with your awkward photo taking face?! I mean really.

You actually looked at me and smiled, instead of running away, as our mutual friend you were with said hi to me. I’m positive you must have been high.

I always loved your beard, but I’m gad to see you shaved it.  It makes me want you less.