you were a wonderful friend, colleague, and confidante. i never realized how you felt about me until that night. i never would have tortured you with stories of my “special drunk friends” if i had known. once i realized how you felt about me i should have turned to a girlfriend for advice on my
Read more →You know what? No. This is not okay with me, and I’ll tell you why. Two months ago, you tell me you still love me. And, of course, I still care about you too. Maybe not as much as I had before, but still a considerable amount. Then I realize that I don’t think I’ll
Read more →You. You were my high school sweetheart. We were together for almost 4 years, and every moment of it was perfect. I thought I was so lucky to have found the girl of my dreams so young. But then you went to go to school a thousand miles away. It’s a great opportunity for you,
Read more →I never stopped loving you. I wrote you dozens of letters this summer, telling you just how I feel. How five months wasn’t enough for me, and I don’t think it ever will be. And now I’m sitting here typing this, and I don’t even know what to say. Last week you kissed me, and
Read more →I don’t know what to do about my feelings for you. I was convinced I was over you. And I’m sure you’ve moved on and don’t want to date me again. I even found a new guy Brendan, whom I am deeply attracted to (OMG he’s soooo cute)! Yet I see the pictures of you
Read more →you are my best friend. you are the one i want to wake up to every morning. you are the one i want to fall asleep next to every night. i have the hardest time falling asleep when you are not snoring in my ear. nothing makes me happier than listening to your stupid jokes
Read more →Dear sanctimonious asshole, Why do you have to do whatever you damn well please regardless of explicit directions? Why is it impossible for you to just do what I ask? I hate you for trying to stay in my life, and for continuing to create drama. I’m trying to move on and I can’t as
Read more →i should be 6 months pregnant right now. but i couldn’t handle having you in my life right now. its very odd; i can’t regret my decision and yet it’s the most painful thing i’ve ever had to do. were you a girl or a boy? would you have looked like me or like him?
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