Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Five questions that destroy you

  1. Don't you love me anymore?
  2. Why couldn't you see that? ~or~ Why couldn't you see that?
  3. What were you thinking? ~or~ What were you thinking?
  4. Didn't you hear me? Followed by, "I said..."
  5. Oh, were you serious?


Anonymous said...

Hmmm. I wonder how many times I said these to my ex before he was my ex, and after, too. Teagrapple

emmapeelDallas said...

These are great. I don't know what it says about me, but I've never asked anyone if they loved me, or if they loved me anymore...I always figured, if I have to ask...



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