“I’ll have him crawling back before the end of the year,” he said.
My intentions for what I’m about to say are not to make you feel worse or even help me get everything off my back, it’s honestly because I think you every right to know.
Why do we let our ex’s ruin things? I spent years not being able to enjoy the song, “Brown Eyed Girl” without thinking of an ex. Why?
“Had an ex cut the brake lines on my truck. Was on my way home from school when all the sudden the pedal sank to the floor.”
You were my safety net, my secret, my project, my muse.
I started dating a girl in June 2010; we dated for two years, until she moved away in June 2012. Before she left, she wrote a note and put it in my wallet without me knowing.
In a way, you want to hug him. To tell him that you are happy he has moved on. Remind him that you always said his now-girlfriend was way too into him.
When you run into somebody that you haven’t seen in a while, and they ask how “so and so” is without knowing that the two of you split.
Every place you enjoy going has relationship memories. EVERY. STINKING. PLACE.
Voicemails. I always have a feeling of fear when I listen to a voicemail because no one leaves a voicemail unless you are in some kind of trouble.