I looked down at the last sentence I had written on the damage report. “In retrospect, breaking up with her while driving wasn’t exactly the best idea.”
“What I need you to understand is that all my life I’ve been toasting with an empty glass,” Alexa frantically explained to the only man who had ever showed her love, who, frustrated with Alexa’s unrelenting self-doubt, was now the man about to walk out on her. “Now that you’ve filled my glass to the top I’ve got to learn how to hold it,” she said, but it was too late; once the champagne spills, there’s no way to get it back in.
Your street is shown on an advertisement!
I mean, c’mon!
Sobbing and pleading will not get you anything but my disdain.
Stroking my ego is probably the way to go…
I love the high-tech world we live in!
You message telling me it was over was typed in, encoded, relayed off signal towers, detoured via satellite, decoded and displayed and it was wonderful.
What does it mean teebee?
Where will you be teebee?
You think our last conversation took place on your bed when we both agreed to “end it”.
It actually took place three weeks earlier when I said I loved you and you hesitated with your reply.
I haven’t taken down your photos or thrown away your clothes or tipped out your perfume.
I think you still might come back.
The ocean is blue because of the sky.
They had a really bad breakup.
She didn’t say “I told you so,” as I had expected but I could see the glint in her eye when I recounted my tail that betrayed her amusment. I never thought that loosing my girlfriend could be so entertaining.