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Dear matthew, I like you a lot I realize you're in a relationship with someone right now and I respect that
I would like you to know that if you're ever single in the future and you want to come visit me in california
I would be open to spending time with you and finding out how old you were when you wrote your first song
Dear Jonathan, I liked you too much
I used to be attracted to boys who would lie to me and think solely about themselves and you were plenty self-destructive for my taste at the time
I used to say "the more tragic the better", the truth is whenever I think of the early 90's your face comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday
Dear Terrance, I love you muchly, you've been nothing but open hearted and emotionally available and supportive and nurturing and consummately there for me
I kept drawing you in and pushing you away
I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep on your couch and cry in front of you for the first time, you were the best platform from which to jump beyond myself, what was wrong with me
Dear Marcus, you rocked my world you had a charismatic way about you with the women and you got me seriously thinking about spirituality, and you wouldn't let me get away with kicking my own ass
but I could never really feel relaxed and looked out for around you though and that stopped us from going any further than we did, and it's kinda too bad becasue we could've had much more fun
Dear Lou, we learned so much
I realize we won't be able to talk for some time and I understand that as I do you
the long distance thing was the hardest and we did as well as we could, we were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives
I will always have your back and be curious about you about your career about your whereabouts.


Me encanta esta canción de la Alanis. y no es que me guste porque sus historias sean iguales a las mías, si no que porque ella fue capaz de digerir cada uno de los sucesos amorosos de su vida, para después hablar cariñosamente sobre sus ex's.
Guardó buenos recuerdos, y si no hubo buenos, fue capaz de sacar la lección.
Yo no puedo hacer eso. Sólo un ex pololo sobrevivió a la etapa del odio, de la estupidez y la pendejería y ahora somos amigos. Todas las demás historias no las puedo contar. Son siempre distintas, sin explicaciones, con lagunas, con interpretaciones pasajeras, porque no fui capaz de sacar nada en limpio.
No es que sea la más polola, ni la que ha tenido más pretendientes... pero si su resto, y me han pasado hartas cosas, no repito lo que no me ha gustado, pero no sé... no es tema a atratar para mi.
Hay varios innombrables, hay otros que he tratado de cagar con los recursos a mano, hay dos que me han llorado amor eterno y he gozado el hacerlos sufrir con un "no, muchas gracias".... creo que mi novio actual es el único que podría tener un final razonable, pero únicamente por su forma de ser, y porque, lógico, no me gustaría que se acabara.
Siempre he pensado que si escribiera las historias y las fuera revisando y corrigiendo, al pasar del tiempo me podría hacer una mediana idea de lo que sucedió, concientizar las moralejas que tengo tan inconcientes... así que lo voy a hacer... me voy a contar las distintas historias, porque lo estoy necesitando.