I still wear the ring you gave me on a chain around my neck underneath my shirt.

I skipped my annual performance review meeting by claiming a sudden internet outage at my apartment.

I wrote a story about you in secret but deleted it before I ever showed it to you.

I took money from the charity jar at a local diner when I was 16 to buy cigarettes, and I still feel awful about it.

I watch reality TV trash drama every single night just to make my own stressful life feel peaceful by comparison.

My neighbor’s husband came to my door at midnight asking for a jump-start. His collar was smeared with red lipstick, and his wife has been out of state since Tuesday.

My ex’s new partner messaged me asking if he was a good guy. I gave him a stellar review because I wanted her to take him off my hands permanently.

I act completely confident on social media, but in reality, I am terrified that everyone around me thinks I am a fraud.

I know your exact commute schedule by heart and pretend to check my mail whenever your car passes my house.

As a man, I sometimes listen to Taylor Swift.

My roommate throws massive parties without warning, so I set an automated alarm on his smart speaker for 6:00 AM every Sunday.

I know your favorite song by heart because you played it during a road trip three years ago and I never stopped listening to it.

Your name is always the first thing I think of when my phone rings and there is no call.

My husband’s country club rival tried to humiliate him at the annual dinner. I quietly spilled red wine on his wife’s $4,000 gown in the powder room.

I confessed my feelings to my best friend three years ago. She laughed it off as a joke. I’m still in love with her, and I was the best man at her wedding last month.