Dear Old Love

Would it break your heart to know I’m actually fine?

There’s no evidence that thoughts have mass. But I can feel yours pressing on me at all times.

You must have loved hurting me, because you always found new and clever ways to do it. 

He’s the love of my life, and I’m happy and know he’s the one. But sometimes I still yearn for you a little. I think I always will.

One day I’ll be able to look at you and not feel a thing. But today is not that day.

I love going to bed drunk and fantasizing things that will never happen with you, and I can’t help but wonder if you dream about me, too.

I think I finally understand your thing about lemons.

...and more!

If you ask me, it doesn’t get more organic than you and me…but you would never ask me. 

I knew I was falling for you when I looked up from my shoes and saw you smiling at me with a sparkle in your eyes. I won’t ever forget that.

I’m getting over you by convincing myself it was your fault. It might not be the best way, but being angry is much more tolerable than being miserable.

Your dating profile tells me you want to do everything I got you into with someone else. Swing dancing, learning Arabic, rock climbing...

You gave names to your daughters that I picked out. Does your spouse know?

I still feel pain when I hear your name.

It’s been almost 20 years and I still remember the moment you walked into the room. Only wish you’d stayed.

My therapist has some really compelling things to say about you.