I recently stumbled upon a site where people could publish what they called "one sentence stories". The purpose of course is to communicate an idea in one sentence, and I thought it was brilliant. So I stayed up most of the night coming up with some of my own. I thought I would share some with you.
My grandparents were divorced longer than they were married, but when she died, his soul died along with her.
I was surprised when my 86-year old, baptist, ultra-traditional and conservative grandfather cried when I had his ex-wife's name tattooed on my back.
I hate you for loving me, but I hate myself more for loving you.
I remember once looking into your eyes and seeing the most gorgeous woman in the world reflected in those blue orbs.
I used to be jealous of her until I realized that she is the girl men play around with before they come home to women like me.
The worst feeling I've ever felt came after the realization that I would never again wake up to your face.
It struck me as ironic that the man who once inspired terrific fear in my heart, now only inspires pity.
I always knew I was scared of heights, but I didn't realize exactly how afraid I was until I made it to the zip tower.
Jealousy is like three year old cologne: neither are relevant but they can both ruin a marriage.
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