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.
"Dear Old Love" is short, anonymous 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.
Submit pithy "Dear Old Love" notes via the "Submit" link above. Posted submissions will be anonymous. [NOTE: ON HIATUS. Currently not taking submissions.]
Consider getting the Dear Old Love book! And, check out the new book/blog: YOU ARE GOOD AT THINGS.