You were right

Valentine's Day left me with a number of ideas running through my head, looking for the right way to say them. Somehow this two-year-old idea kept coming forth...
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You were right. About almost everything, really.

You were right. I do look better in solid-colored shirts.

You were right. I probably should look into dental surgery some day.

You were right. I do tend to find the humor in things, even when they're not truly funny.

You were right. I do hate to be alone.

You were right. I will try to get the last word into every conversation.

You were right. Some day I will want to move closer to my family. I did, and I'm better off for it.

You were right about so much. But you were wrong about me.

You were really wrong when you once said I'd never admit when I was wrong.

I'm not going to swap opinions on things that truly matter to me. I'm not going to forgive and forget where religion's concerned. I'm not going to stick my tail between my legs and come running back to you.

I wish I could stop thinking about you and the things you said. We had a great time together, no doubt. But it ended nearly two years ago. And some days, without warning, it'll just start haunting me... making me wonder what I did wrong... making me reconsider if going separate ways was such a good idea.

But most of all, you were right when you said maybe we were too different to stay together. I miss you all the time, but I know deep down we're both better off apart.