I wish I had said less about my exes—that was stupid. And a little mean.
I wish I’d said less about your looks, more about your ideas.
I wish I’d said nicer things about your massages; they weren’t that bad; the feeling in my right shoulder did
eventually come back.
I wish I’d never said “I love you” when we were drunk. You were right; I didn’t mean it.
I wish I’d said “they look ridiculous” when you told me to buy those green leather shoes. They did. I’ve worn them once, and I got made fun of.
I wish I hadn’t said those hopeful things about us and the future while we were breaking up—that was pathetic.
I wish I’d been more up front about my cat allergy—I wished death on your pets every day we were together.
I wish I’d said “no” when you asked for money. Wasn’t the help you needed.
I wish I hadn’t made up that song about a particular sex act; that was immature, especially when I sang it in front of our friends.
I wish I’d said it over the phone—I thought you needed to hear it in person, but it was cruel to make you wait.
I wish I’d said, “go home.” About 50 times.
I wish I’d said less. I was worried you wouldn’t think I was interesting.
What do you wish you’d told exes? What do you wish they had told you?
Culled from: Glamour
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