My first big breakup...

I love this toothpaste he introduced me to.

I loved his dog.

I couldn't stand that he was shorter than me.

I loved his family. Well, most of his family.

I couldn't stand that he didn't have a job.

I loved the paintings he painted me.

I was frustrated that he wasn't as affectionate in public as me.

I hate the fact that breakups also mean losing your best friend.

I love the song he wrote for me.

I love the letter he wrote me for my birthday.

I hate that that was pretty much the only sweet letter or card he ever wrote me in ten months.

I love his silly voice.

I hate that he tells me he's looking for jobs when really he's sleeping all day.

I love how much he told me he loved me.

I hate how he criticized me for trying to excel at too many things.

I love the CDs we made each other every month.

I hate that he told me this month was probably a double CD and now I won't get it.

I love his crazy, curly hair.

I wish his lips had more depth.

I love his Buddy Holly glasses.

I hate that I never got flowers once. In ten months.

I hate that my birthday gift was a photo in a frame we got at a white elephant party.

I love that sometimes he folded my laundry.

I love that sometimes he packed my lunch and put a little note on the counter that said "Check the fridge. xoxo."

I love love.

But I hate this part.