Day Seven

Dear Ex-Boyfriend(s)

Don't worry, I'm not going to say "fuck you" or anything, because by now there's no hard feelings. Sorry if things ended badly, I don't really remember all the details. Do you? I doubt it. Oh well, you know? There's a reason we're over, and at least we know that.

Thanks for the good times, though, 'cause I'm sure we had those. Thanks for liking me and listening to me (or, you know, not) but thanks anyway. This is an all-exes inclusive letter. Maybe it's too general 'cause I'm sure some of you are bastards or something. Like, not all my relationship endings have been peachy.

You, for those awful in-the-car talks, I found it too easy to run away. I'm sorry I wasn't what you expected. I can't hate you, though. Thank you, I'm sorry.
You, for dating my friend. What the fuck? And for never ever having a ride. Sorry for not liking you enough.
You, for having a shitty tattoo. You told me I was a good kisser. Thank you! But you're not that great. I just let you think so. You can go die.
(see, one of you IS a bastard)

Love,
Emma