• To his girlfriend,

    by  • September 2, 2010 • Heartbreak, Lost Love, Yearning • 0 Comments

    Sometimes when I see you standing there, holding his hand I repeat the words “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you” in my head as many times as I can. I don’t actually hate you, I just hate that I met the perfect man, and he told me I was perfect, too, and that it turns out I just reminded him of an ex-girlfriend.

    It’s not your fault and I’m sure you are a nice person.

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