You are not the one who’s arms into which I will crawl after a hard day.
You are not the one, who will come to me in the night.
We tried, but we are not it for each other.
I deserve someone who will know my favorite flower (and when to bring me a big bouquet),
And remember that strawberries give me hives,
And will want to swing me around the kitchen, laughing, as our favorite song blares on the radio.
I need someone who will come to me when I’m sad, speeding up the I-10, pushing his car to the limits, to make sure I don’t shed a single tear alone.
The man who is not you, will know exactly how I take my coffee, and will have it waiting,
On the mornings he wakes up before I.
I tried and tried to love you again.
If we were meant to be,
But sadly, we are not."
"I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know."
"Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me"