“All the good ones are taken.”
Well, I’m here. Alone. I guess I’m not a “good one” then, huh?
The Ghost (Apr 23, 2013)
I went by the old office today like I told you. Surely you knew I was right outside when my friends rushed to the glass door. I saw you pass by once, barely looking at my direction. You didn’t even wave. And when I pinged you later on chat, you didn’t even bother with a stupid conversation like you always do. I don’t know what I was expecting. I’m over you. I am. Maybe I was hoping that would affect you in some way. Clearly, it doesn’t.
Here You Come Again (Apr 9, 2013)
Once more, you make your presence felt. We talk and you tell me things you know I’d like to hear. You’re messing with my head again—or at least you’re trying to. But I can see right through the emptiness of your words. You can’t fool me now. Not again.
Baby Steps (March 14, 2013)
I don’t know if I’m just depressed or I’m actually starting to get over you, but you losing your effect on me is certainly making me happy.
Dodging a Bullet (Feb 20, 2013)
I can’t believe I allowed myself to think that you wanted to see me. That you could be waiting for me at the other end of the city, hoping I’d drop by. It’s a good thing I didn’t give in to my friends’ insistence to come, or else I wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight face. You were there, but so was she. I should have known. You’re hardly ever apart. I’m so glad I never went.
I keep trying to convince myself that I’m over you and that I’m finally moving on. I tell myself I don’t care anymore. But why do I still find myself waiting for you to ping me? Why do I keep checking if you’re online or busy or away? Why do I still feel like shit when I see you with your girlfriend?
Stupid Cupid (Jan 27, 2013)
I hate how you lead me on and allowed me to think that you could like me.
But I hate myself more for letting my guard down.
The Name Game (Jan 24, 2013)
Why do you have such a fucking common name? Today, a colleague whom I have a crush on called me on the phone and introduced himself using his second name. Guess what name that is.
For a second, I allowed myself to think of you and how I wish it was you calling me instead. But, no—it wasn’t you. Your name is not you, and I have to remind myself that.
The Year After (Jan 16, 2013)
So your girlfriend wrote about the first time you met, too. She talked about being meant to be together and how you two love each other. She posted it on Facebook, with a photo of you two clearly enjoying each other’s company. It hurts, and it sucks to admit that it does.
P.S. I “Liked” it.