I’m the one who wrote you love letters. The one that reminded you of Demi Moore. You held my hand so gently. I’m certain that if I had stayed you would have been just as gentle with my heart.
I’m the one who said, “A final question. Do you like avocado?” “Yes” you said. “You’re perfect.” I replied. I’m also the one you lied to. Allegiance to avocado is no longer a deal breaker, but being lied to is.
I’m the one that loved you. “You’re the one” you said. I’m the one that cried, “I’ll always love you, even if you don’t.” You didn’t. And now, I don’t.
I’m the one that drew you in with my words and then with my smile. I’m certain that if you had stayed I would have been drawn in by your words and your smile.
I’m the one who let you kiss me on the steps of a dorm room. I’m the one who ushered you in, seductively, and then promptly shoved you out the door. I wasn’t ready for the weight of a different man on me.
I’m the one in the red dress with the flower in her hair. The one that dumped you over a cup of coffee. I always have trouble remembering your name.
I’m the one who fell off the step machine. I’m also the one that slammed her head into the locker door. You made me nervous.
I’m the one that likes Bubble Bobble. The one that made you promise to remember her name. The one who still remember yours. I want to find you.
I’m the one that slipped you my number in a matchbox. The deceptively petite one. The one that stopped waiting. The one that does not miss you. But rather, misses the one I was when I was with you.
I’m the one with the long, brown hair. The one sitting in a corner that no-one else can see. Hoping you’ll find me.
And never want to let me go.
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This was so achingly sincere. Whatever guy finds you, and decides that you’re the one he wants to fight to keep you? Whoever realizes all that you have to offer? That guy will be one lucky man. You are absolutely amazing.
(Why does that sound like I’m hitting on you! Hah! I’m not. Promise.)
Jesus. Where do you get these ideas from?
Also. Can you live closer? I feel like…we have…too much in common.
Ditto both comments above.
Well done, hope. Excellent idea, and sentiments.
I just found your blog today, and I very much enjoy your writing–I’ll be back!
I don’t know if you’ve ever explained the story, but how did you come to live in Greece?
this was beautiful, hope.
Seriously, how do you come up with these amazing posts, one after another?
The matchbox was with The Man right?
Wheeee! Bubble Bobble! (Sorry, that was the nerd in me).
Brookem: That’s right it was.
Chris: And the nerd in me says, “Yay! You love Bubble Bobble tooooooo!”
avocado allegiance is ALWAYS a deal breaker. be serious, hope.
You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking. I take it back. ;)
The matchbox was really clever. And I like “deceptively petite.”
I’m that person too. Sigh.
Love it. These little delicious snippets are amazing.
How do you do it? Every day your posts seem to get more and more beautiful.
The falling off of the step machine and slamming your head into a locker door….yeah thats me. :)
I completely agree with Ashley. This was beautiful. Really. This post just exemplifies why I adore you so.
xo
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Once again, another entry that makes me envy your writing abilities. I hope to one day be able to voice my opinions with HALF of your talent.