Your arms felt so home around me. I wanted to stay on that couch forever while you played with my hair. I don’t know what draws me in more, the fact I can’t trust you, or the fact that I don’t want to.
"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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