I cried so much when we were together, too much. Sometimes I wasn’t even sure why I was so upset. Now I realize it was because deep down I knew we weren’t going to last. I just didn’t know how to let go of the first man who ever loved me.
"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.
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