Letter From Your Ex

Facebook says you're in a relationship.
That's the only way I found out since you don't respond to phone calls or texts anymore.
I look at her pictures and I wonder...what's she like?

Does she know you like I did?
Does she know your tickle spot?
Does she know your insecurities?
Did she put out on the first date?
Does she wear her hair curly how you like it...how mine wouldn't do?
Is she pretty?
Can you tell her mood by the way she talks, holds herself, the color of her eyes?
Do her toes curl when you kiss her?
Do you call her baby already?
Does she respond like I did to that name?
Is she going to share the house on the beach in Florida with you?
Is she going to get the waterfall, the big arched doorway, the library?
Wait...the library was for me. I guess that's erased from the blueprints now.

I told you. A million times.
I told you you'd be better off with someone you went to school with, from your social group.
Turns out I was right.
Why couldn't you have listened to me? Why didn't you realize, I knew? I know.
Guys like you don't date girls like me. You date dainty girls, with dainty names and personalities.
Not that I'm hardcore.

Did you ask her dad's permission to date her?
Your family likes her a lot more than me, don't they?
I bet she's never worn shoes like mine...the skater shoes, the cheap fake converses from WalMart.

I'm happy for you. I'm happy you know that I was right all along.
I wasn't good enough for you. I never was.
This is what you deserve...and I'm glad you found it.