I like to think that if I’d have met your parents, they would’ve liked me.
I will always wonder what would have happened if we had happened.
I finally got around to deleting all of our emails and our gmail chats. They were in the thousands. It took ten minutes. As I get rid of things that remind me of us, how cute we were together, how funny you were…I’m starting to forget you. Can’t decide if this is a good thing or not.
I changed your name in my phone to Move On.
I wanted to tell you all of my secrets, but you became one of them.
Your mother loved me. Your father loved me. Your grandparents, both sets, loved me. Your brothers loved me. Your dogs loved me. Why couldn’t you?
The tree sap stain is still on the back of my jeans from that summer sunset. I think of you whenever I do laundry and how that stain never goes away.
I never needed to be beautiful until you told me it was the one thing you wanted to make me feel.
I was only joking when I called you an asshole. I never thought you actually were one.
I like to think that if I’d have met your parents, they would’ve liked me.
