#162 - J.A.

"You can't pick which parts of the Bible to believe," you said, "It's either all or nothing." With those words, we unclasped hands, and my devotion to you and to God was severed with a single phrase.

#161 - S.B.

The picture: the three of us, me in the middle (of course), standing in the Indianapolis Hard Rock Cafe. You're both leaning towards me possessively, seemingly a love triangle. The truth? You were about to break up, and I was the popular diversion.

#160 - C.S.

You read, and it calms me. You speak, and it soothes me. You touch, and it moves me. You are calm and passive until you need to be strong and demanding. I adore the depths within.

#159 - S.P.

You're not my cousin, really. You have this massive body that could be considered cruel but instead surrounds one of the sweetest and caring minds in the world. We'll just forget that you're a trained killer, former Marine.

#158 - C.S.

Cocky as hell, you were bi and spread your lovin' all around your little group. I wonder what else you spread? I am glad that I, as naive as I was in my youth, did not partake.

#157 - A.W.

Dirty-blonde hair, you were underage and lived with a bunch of guys. You flirted with me incessantly, until I said "sweetie, it's okay, you're allowed to just be someone's friend" and then you sobbed and I knew it had nothing to do with me.

#156 - B.E.

You and two friends showed up at B.G., out of the blue. I threw on all-black clothes and tried to fit in, but I was so confused by the relationships between the three of you that I gave up and sent you back to Florida.