#151 - C.V.

We'd huddle in your basement apartment, drinking and kissing and teasing. Nights apart were spent on the phone as I assuaged your fears and helped heal your wounds, and then one day you were all better and you found yourself the woman of your dreams.

#150 - K.P.

You look so much like my son, people at restaurants comment. You're hilarious, sarcastic, and somehow a little bit evil, and you're so spoiled, but nobody minds. I don't think they even mind too much, anymore, that you're not that boy they wanted.

#149 - A.S.

They were nice to your face until they had reason not to be. Then, suddenly, it was a smear campaign against you, and my brother dumped you, leaving you somewhat psycho. "Dumb white trash" is a dealbreaker with my mother.

#148 - A.R.

To my 12-year-old eyes, you were a goddess, and you reigned like a queen... beautiful, sweet, funny. I was devastated when, years later, you broke up with my brother, but now, I see that besides all the beauty, you were brilliant, too.

#147 - C.M.

The world is flat, black and white newspaper, and you are a handful of confetti, flying in circles, doing flips and twists and astounding everyone. I want to fold myself into you and breathe in deep.

#146 - W.M.

You were with me when my brain hemorrhaged, and I don't remember your reaction, but I know I wasn't alone. I want to rekindle that friendship, that laughter, but your tiny little half-black, half-Jewish sexy bartender self lives a drastically different life than me.

#145 - N .J.

Here's what I remember about you: artistic, couldn't eat most foods, nerdy, rich, nice. Here's what I don't remember about you: everything else. Oh! You had a waterbed back home and we went to a 3-storied mall. Now I'm done.

#144 - T.S.

A large, happy man, you chase your wife around your house in the mornings, laughing hysterically and teasing each other. You're her second husband, the true love of her life, and I see hope before my eyes when I watch the two of you.