Sadder or Worser

Some days I wonder if I’m getting sadder about losing you or if I’m just getting worse at pretending I’m fine.

Dear Old Love

"Dear Old Love" is short notes to people we've loved (or at least liked). Requited or unrequited.

The ex-husband in Grace Paley's short story "Wants" says to his ex-wife, "I attribute the dissolution of our marriage to the fact that you never invited the Bertrams to dinner." If you're bitter, that's the way to express it here.

Please send in pithy "Dear Old Love" notes via the "Submit" link above. You may send questions to dearoldlove(at)gmail.com. Posted submissions will be anonymous, and all names & email addresses will be held in confidence. I delete the submissions regularly.

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Thank you so much for your submissions and support. Enjoy. -Andy Selsberg