KJ
The first boy I kissed dumped me in the parking lot of the Saint Paul Cathedral on Ash Wednesday, like I was the sacrifice he elected to give up for Lent.
The first boy I kissed dumped me in the parking lot of the Saint Paul Cathedral on Ash Wednesday, like I was the sacrifice he elected to give up for Lent.
I can't believe nachos may have just completely ruined us.
Until that afternoon, I never realized how many songs I had with your name in them.
If I hadn't sent him the link to a one sentence story after we broke up, then I might not be sitting here next to him and pregnant with his baby.
While I'm writing this, my girlfriend is breaking up with me through AIM.
I hate the jerk who left the Post-It note on my door saying: "Your boyfriend called, he wants to break-up."
I've been watching all the movies you wanted me to see when we were together.
Seven months after she ruined my life, her name is still in all of my passwords.
As you were breaking up with me, all I could think about were those mornings when you compared the Pop-Tarts and gave me the one with more frosting.