Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God
Appreciating an ex is a daunting task, especially if you two broke up on harsh terms. Literally? Yet you spoiled me with love, rotted me with confidence and — ah yes eureka — I know why my heart is eternally grateful for your existence.
Without your prayers and your company, I would, I swear, never have drop-kicked an addiction that I battled for a decade.
You sit there … for how many hours … with nine other guys that … are how old … and lose everything that you work for?
That’s right; those were the words you duct taped, no, stitched my heart with. You were not the first person to persuade me to quit, obviously, but you were the only one to word the phrase in such a mind-blowing way only my stubbornness could grasp. You made my favorite game sound like the most trivial, stupidest on Earth, which is why I discontinued. …
Thanks for the memories. Thanks for your time. Thanks for making me lunch every morning. Thanks for sharing with me your deepest convictions. Thanks for allowing me help you fight your urges. Thanks for your nakedness. Thanks for your mindfulness. Thanks for your gentleness.
Hope your current antipathy for me will blow over someday. If it does not, I have no complaints.