Today is Valentine's Day and I figured that if you felt any remorse over ripping my heart out of my chest last month that today would be the day for you to make it known to me. I figured wrong. No surprise there. I usually do.

first post breakup date.

He was nice. And cute. And funny. All of the things that you were on our first date. He and I have more in common than you and I ever did. We have mutual friends and he likes that same music and movies and T.V. shows as I do. I really liked his beard. He's older than you and has a good job. He and I seem like we would be a good match. The only problem is that he is not you.

On my way home I drove past that Thai place we talked about trying. I let the tears fall quietly down my face. 

"I wanted it to work so badly." 
No. You didn't. If you wanted it to work, you would have made it work. 

breakups & social media.

I told you that I was a firm believer in clean breaks which is why right after you broke my heart I deleted your number and all the messages you had ever sent to me. I unfriended you on instagram and snapchat (which you didn't even have before we met). Facebook, however, is still there.

Soon after the break up you set your profile picture to a picture that you knew i loved because it was the background of my phone the whole time we were dating.

Yesterday your mom posted a video of you playing the drums. I cried so hard I couldn't breathe.