dear old love

I thought this morning might be a good post secret morning, it wasn't. Oh well, there's always next week. On the brightside, Sammi posted this blog/website with these sentences to old lovers, http://dearoldlove.tumblr.com. I'm quite addicted now and here are a few:

I miss saying, “You know what I mean?” and having you know what I mean.

I’m glad we can still take naps together, but I miss snuggling and being able to wake you with a kiss.

You were my soulmate, twin, sexual mind-reader, alter-ego, and perfect equal.

I decided I wouldn’t cry about you anymore. Yeah, that’s not going so well.

When he’s trying to turn me on, I use thoughts of you to help him get me there.

I think you came back because I asked you, not because you wanted to.

You won’t find someone who loves you more than I did. And that may be best for us both.

My lips are chapped from not kissing you.

All this would be so much easier if I hated you.

You write artful, heartfelt songs about me. I write anonymous blog posts about you.

Find somebody who gets your nerdy jokes better than I did. I dare you.

I love when people mistake us for a couple.

I hated your music ‘til we broke up. Now it’s all I listen to.

I was a blank piece of paper that you drew all over. Now others have difficulty “getting” me.

I like to think our love is epic, and this is the brief span where we’re apart to endure trials and grow.