The Irony Of It All
You were always late. He arrives 15 minutes early.
You couldn't miss work to take me to surgery. He takes off work, even when I have just a cold.
You fell asleep during my favorite movies. He asks me a million questions about them.
You gave me chocolate-covered strawberries (I hate strawberries.) He gives me dark chocolate truffles.
You couldn't call during a long shoot. He calls from backstage of all of the shows he produces.
You never took the time to read my writing. He is publishing my first novel.
You never ate my cupcakes because of your fad diets. He eats them because I made them.
I love(d) you. I can(n't) love him.