To the Curb.

I told him that I had been heartbroken before, but that I’d never been in love before.

He asked we what love meant to me–what I thought love felt like.

I replied, "Well, how do you even describe it?"

He told me that he knows he’s in love when the girl is the most beautiful girl in the world to him, no matter what she does or says, or how tired or bad she looks.

I kicked him out of the house.

Thank you for explaining exactly how you DON’T feel about me.