I haven't read Dear Old Love on my bloglines in awhile, and looking at them is so bittersweet.
From the site: "Dear Old Love" is short notes to people we've loved (or at least liked). Requited or unrequited.
Here are a few that especially made a mark. The titles are what make some of them so hillarious.
I’m running out of social media to apologize with.
I just don’t understand why after a year of loving me, you can’t at least be kind.
Party in the Back
I didn’t mind your mullet.
IM in Trouble
I really thought I was over you, until my computer broke and I realized I was going to lose all our old IM conversations. I cried in the middle of the Apple store.
In Spite of Me
I’d beg you to take me back, but I know you can do better than me.
We haven’t spoken in six months, so you probably won’t notice, but I’ve finally stopped speaking to you.
You know that thing you never, ever let me do? The new guy lets me do it.
If you never loved me, then why did you buy hair elastics to keep at your place because you knew I always lost mine when I came over?
I had to find out from a Facebook wall post that you moved.
You came up with clever make-shift solutions for every home-repair, but when it was our relationship that needed mending you were suddenly out of ideas.