Archive for the 'Sad Love' Category

Dancing and Mistakes

I’m sorry I never took you dancing.  You were beautiful, but I was lazy.  We stayed in too much, watched too many movies, and drank too many beers.  I should have planned, should have prepped, should have orchestrated every night from the moment you arrived to the next morning.

Krypto @ Flickr

Krypto @ Flickr

Next time there will be picnics in the park, walks by the lake, trips to the coast.  I’ll search the city for live music, theater, new restaurants.  I’ll make reservations.

I know your next won’t be me, but I still hope he takes you dancing.  I hope someone makes up for my mistakes.

-Anon.

Memories

I miss your smile and I miss the way you laugh. You don’t breathe out when you chuckle, you tend to breathe in and trained me, without knowing, to laugh just like you do. Somehow you will never leave me, for I have lost two of my most important things. I lost my lover and my best friend. I think that’s why it is so terribly hard to stop thinking about how happy I was. I still miss you terribly but having the memories helps me through..or maybe they’re only making it worse.

-Anon.

Thanks, ND.

Thanks, ND.

Love at First Sight

I loved you at first sight; confident, beautiful, accomplished.  When I looked at you, I saw everything I wanted then, and everything I wanted for the future.  Yet when I closed my eyes, the voice didn’t match the image.  When I listened, the words didn’t match the actions.

You’re the image of perfection, but I’m looking for more than a painting.

-Anon.

 

MatHampson @ flickr

MatHampson @ flickr

Too Much Distance, Not Enough Time

I hated the three cities that lay between us.  I didn’t hate sleeping alone, I hated sleeping without you.  Just because I’m the one that said goodbye does not mean I’m the one that fell out of love.

-Anon.

 

 

 

robiz.com @ flickr

robiz.com @ flickr

I Didn’t Learn Anything in Preschool

I tried everything.  I pulled your pigtails, I threw mud at you, I called you names.  Nothing worked.  I pushed you off the swings, I stuck out my tongue, and every day I went home and cried.  I wrote you notes, but never passed them.

I wonder if you still wear your hair in braids.  I wonder if you still eat sand.  I wonder if you still wear purple jellies and could beat me at handball.

I should have just kissed you, but you had cooties.

-Anon.

Hiiiiii MY NAME IS BRAAAAAAAAAAAK @ Flickr

Hiiiiii MY NAME IS BRAAAAAAAAAAAK @ Flickr


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