Dear Mom, No, I’m not hormonal. No, I’m not acting this way so that when I leave for college, our broken relationship will ease my homesickness. I’m acting this way because I’m angry that you let Dad cheat on you and leave us For a younger woman With whom he has fathered a child. I’m
Because I’d rather tell the world than tell you… I don’t want him. I want…I want… you. I only want you. Sure, he’s nice; but he’s not you. He could never understand me the way you do. I could never truly be me with him, or anyone else for that matter. Just you. Only you.
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You called me last night at four am, drunk. Let me rephrase, I answered your call at four in the morning and you were drunk. You rambled on and on about how you wished my long legs would wrap themselves around you. That was a dirty thing to say. After many attempts, I stopped your
To whom it may concern… We dated for a good chunk of my high school years. You were my first real boyfriend, my first everything. You were my high school sweetheart, and there is no denying that I fell in love with you. After 2 years, you decided that I wasn’t cutting it, so you
Golfer, I want you to know that I have always thought the world of you. When we first met you intimidated me beyond belief probably because my heart stopped. You were friendly but mysterious. Later learned of everything you have endured. You think you are dumb, but you are the smartest guy I have ever