#228 - B.P.

Your body is gnarled and you have the mental age of a toddler, but you smile when you see me, smile and shout out your version of my name, and for just a few seconds, everything else goes away, and your joy becomes mine.

#227 - J.W.

I inadvertently broke your heart in a cruel way, and I'm sorry. You were the first guy I slept with after The Big Breakup in college, and I was just trying to get him out of my system. You didn't get that.

#226 - J.B.

You carry a concealed weapon, ready for anything in the dangers of rural Ohio. Sometimes, you record yourself singing and post it on youtube, looking for that perfect woman. You are a true knight in shining armor... in waiting.

#225 - T.D.

When we met, you spent an hour arguing with me that Atheism need not be proven nor proselytized. While I understood your point, I was annoyed with how simplistic you made your argument. I'm a woman, not a child.

#224 - J.S.

You had this disease from an ex who cheated on you - nothing horrific, but it manifested in a gross way in your body. Because of that, we couldn't have sex, and without sex, well... things got old fast. Sorry 'bout that, cauliflower dick.

#223 - E.T.

You can always be counted on to say something flippant or irreverent. You have talent, intelligence, humor, and that extra je ne sais quoi, but there's also something painful inside, something that makes you hide from the world. I wish I could pull you out.

#222 - A.G.

Born in the Bronx, you made your way to Ohio, sharing wicked stories from your youth. Now you're sallow, pale, boring. Your writing makes me wince at its awkwardness and showiness. Letting you slip away was like taking my bra off - relief after constriction.