So I'm in a strange kind of mood tonight.
The kind of mood where I have this urge to purge my mind of the crap that's been clogging it up.
But because of this damn discretion thing I've been trying, a complete mental enema is out of the question.
Instead, I'll do what I've done before, and I'll just start spouting random crap without specifics. Just like last time, these are to a bunch of different people.
If I pissed you off, or scared you off, then I'd apologize except that I haven't the slightest idea what I could have done wrong. So instead, I'm just going to blame it on "woman stuff" and forget about it, and you.
If your eyes were the ocean then I would gladly drown in them.
I can understand the appeal of the familiar, but just because you're used to something doesn't mean that it's necessarily good. You could have been wrong all this time. It happens. People are wrong all the time.
I want to kiss you at midnight this Saturday. I may end up kissing someone else, but I'll be thinking of you.
I take back everything I've ever thought about your boyfriend. He's perfect for you, and I'm glad that you've found him.
I see you reading me almost every day. I take comfort in the fact that you give a shit.
She is simply a distraction, I think. For now.
You should have believed my words, and not my eyes.
I've been invited to five different things for Saturday night. I don't have a clue what I'll end up doing, but I know that I'll wish it was with you.
The feeling of your lips on mine is not one I will soon forget. Scratch that - it's not one I will ever forget.
I often wonder, where would I be if I hadn't found you? Someplace much worse than here, I bet. I hope that the feeling is mutual.
Don't worry about me too much. I'm used to being like this.
I resent you for the distraction that you've brought into my life, but I know deep down that this distraction is exactly what I needed, so thank you.
My patience is neither infinite nor trustworthy. Prove to me that you're worth waiting for, then we'll talk about patience.
For various reasons, you have slipped out of my life, and you are almost a stranger to me now. I miss hanging out with you.
Your wife is hot, but I'm sure that you already know that. Make sure that she knows it.
I still offer you everything you ever asked for, except that which belongs to another. Every day I regret that it's not mine to give. Every single day.
Don't just ask her to come back to you - tell her why you want her back. She wants a reason. Swallow your pride and give her one.