October 26, 2005 I’ve been on several dates, and I always compare them to you. I’ll think to myself, her smile is not as infectious as Aurelia’s. She’s not as funny and witty as my girl. She can’t keep my attention. She’s too loud or too quiet. She eats like a bird. She doesn’t love banana cream pie. She’s not the girl I love. I seek you in crowded places. I try to console my heart by fucking other women, only to miss you even more. My heart’s in the same condition you left it years ago. It’s still broken.
