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All those times I made you laugh, I was masking my dismay with humour.
there are so many things i could say to you, but you're not even worth the effort of this sentence!
or..
i really hope that when you realized what you lost, someone shoved in your face how much better off I am !
sarahg
Those few hours that we spent together at the movie theater were so special to me. It could only have been better if I'd actually talked to you.
Thanks for making me resort to online dating and ultimately allowing me to find the LOVE OF MY LIFE.
Sorry I was such a dumbass. If it makes you feel better, I've changed! No, just kidding, I'm still a dumbass.
You were always rude. Getting engaged on the same day as me showed your complete insensitivity. And that apology letter you sent a week before my wedding? That just proves you're a complete a-hole.
MINE.
You want me back, and I hate that you're four years too late.
Dear Old Love,
You were just the worst.
Dear Old Love,
Remember how you said you felt I didn't respect you? As it turns out, you were right after all!
Sincerely,
Me
Dear Old Love,
You didn't believe me when I said I wasn't ready. I did believe you when you said you were. At least I was honest.
dear old love:
your breasts were brilliant, but eventually i did, in fact, realize you were a bitch. so i tried replacing you with booze and bikes and books and "better things." i keep forgetting i'm supposed to be forgetting you, though i am a bit buzzed right now, so i'm giving myself at best a b. for effort, you know. or for beer.
Dear Old Love,
THANK YOU for choosing her over me.
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