You are an inimitable song. My only fear - that I'll drown in your harsh beat. Do I love myself enough to allow you to destroy me?
I left my heart in San Francisco because only you could bring me back here. You never knew how much I loved you, but your broken promises shattered my dreams, my life, my soul. Now, everything reminds me about us, this city is filled with ghosts.
I know you go to him at night. I know on paper he's what you've always wanted. Now it's only a matter of time... I hope he is good to you. I hope he will make you happy. If I don't let you go now... I'll never know if you are supposed to come back.
I push you away. I tell you it's over. I keep myself busy all day... But at night I cannot sleep without you by my side.
To the blonde, scruffy banker on the 1bx: You caught my fall the exact moment an Otis Redding song began to play on my iPod. If that's not a good sign, I don't know what is.
We always planned to ice skate in Union Square, but with all our years together in this city we never made it. Every winter on the anniversary of our end, I skate alone. There is no other hand that can steady me like yours did.
When you look at me, your eyes say that you think that I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. I sometimes wonder whether you ever look at your girlfriend the same way.
I took you for granted, always referring to you as small and quaint. Now that I'm looking for a new home in this cold, brutal city I realize how much I'll miss your warmth and coziness. Everything here makes you seem grandeur.
You button-mashed your way into my heart (but I think you've always been there). Here's to another round of SNES games until 3AM, orchestrated Final Fantasy music, and SF mornings waking up next to you.
I admired you from afar for years. I visited, I ate your food, I explored your streets and I fell in love, it felt mutual. 10 months later I took a chance on you SF and it is now our year San Franniversary. Thank you for being so kind to me. <3
I love that you adore this site. Your thoughts stand out in vibrant color - I know you so well. I feel your sadness and you madness. I except the hurt you cause me because I love you so much. Find your happiness - I will be here waiting.
Honks and explosions A burst of orange and black Feel the energy
We had our moment in the darkness and it was beautiful.Now, I find myself bored of your plainness and ambiguity.Yet, I keep trying to find that moment again. I hope it returns.
You say you still care for me. But your heart and soul needs to be free. And now that you've got your freedom - You wanna still hold on to me. You don't want me for yourself.
You left my heart in San Francisco... but still you walk these streets. It could have been two against the world. If only you knew how to love. I hope the attention you seek will fill your heart. All I ever wanted was your love.
You have refused bypass heart surgery. I am so scared to lose you. I will leave this city, this life and my passion to be there for you. Just say the word and I am on the next plane across the ocean blue.
With wings roaring above, we chased each other across the Marina Green. Your eyes twinkled and I giggled. I guess chance meetings can be wonderful.
We were waiting at the park, we talked about art and dental equipment, ironically I found art in your smile
You call and sing to me when my text messages start sounding stressed. You're the only one who asks about the progress of my creative work. You have the warmest hugs. Yes, you are my best guy friend. Even though I never say it back, I do love you.
We met on OKCupid. We went on a quasi date at a free concert and then met up for a little bit at a music festival. Now we're only tied by social media. I think we click, but I'm just probably too scared.
Even though we broke up close to a year ago, I still keep you picture above my bed in a frame. I just haven't had the heart to take it down, and I often wonder what that means.
Not too long ago I was presented with a choice. I feel like you'll never really forgive me for my decision, which makes it hard to forgive myself. I constantly wonder what would have happened if I chose you instead.
Dear wine bar. Hi. Love girl with the Dustin tatoo.
I told you I didn't and wouldn't ever. But I do and always will. I'm sorry I walked away and left you on Fillmore Street alone. Please find someone that can give you what you deserve. Sonara, my friend.
You're still the only one that's ever made me feel alive. I want to do it without you now.
I always dreamt of experiencing this city with you. I still hope to someday. Until then, I bid you adieu.
You drove me across the GG bridge to look upon the city. We drank hot coco and ate my oatmeal choco chip cookies. I was cold. You offered your arms instead of your jacket. I love the beginnings of things.
You picked me up from my ex-boyfriend's at 12AM when I decided I couldn't stand to be next to him a moment longer. You looked so stupid in your beanie and hipster glasses. You carried all my stuff and offered me my favorite candy bar.
No one knows you like we do. It's the first neighborhood we've called home in this town. You were once a cemetery & now you're alive and thriving. One day you will be accepted as an actual part of this city. Until then, thrive on Anza Vista.
It was an intense attraction at first sight. I was inexplicably drawn to you and had no capacity to be rational about what I was getting myself into. But eventually passion fizzles. Now we can't even look at each other and you're dating someone else.
That night when you took me to Twin Peaks and all I could see was a blank slate. So we made our way to the Bay Bridge and on the drive back to the city I stuck my head out of the sunroof. It was exhilarating, much unlike my first time falling in love
I fell in love with this city as I fell in love with you. We danced under dim lights, kissed atop hills and made love in the woods. I ran us. Now,you found love and I tire of wondering this city– a graveyard of our love.
I saw you having a fun time at the park, care free and full of life. You had ice cream all over your face but you didn't seem to notice. Before I could introduce myself your parents picked you up and put you into the car seat and drove off.
You dress like a basketball player at the office every day. Your sneakers, brilliant. I cheer for you.
You were using an app called Well. I saw you made a 'Movies to See' list. I'd like to see one of those movies with you.
'Twas the night of your birthday, and as your best friend, I was jealous that you wanted to hug everyone but me. After you had one too many drinks, I sought revenge by instagramming terrible pictures from your phone. I hope you're happy now.
I spilt wine on my dress and took it off to clean it. You said it wouldn't be fair if I was the only one in my underwear. We sat there half naked, sipping wine in two stuffy armchairs by the fireplace.
You lured me in by geeking out about the circuitry of a hairdryer. I gave you shit for being from Texas. You didn't come to the last day of training, so I thought I'd never see you again. Then I saw you at my dance studio and I ran away.
I miss the way you would move in and out of my every day. Sometimes you wouldn't even show up at all. Eventually I would see you in the distance and that made me noticeably colder.
I was waiting in line, and saw your delicate face looking my way.... I turned to you, and said, "Hello", and you said "Hey Guy". Two hours later, I fell into a trap of lies, and I understood your inner soul was a confused Satanist.
I couldn't imagine a better end to the night than taking home my best friend from the GitHub party at the Ferry Building. Oh, except maybe the part where she serenaded me to Death Cab for Cutie.
I saw your Mickey Mouse wrist tattoo while you picked through Coltrane albums at Jack's Record Cellar. I wrestled with a proposition in my head. It'll have to wait until they open again next Saturday.
Monday through Friday, at 8:35 am, you turn off Bay, on to Embarcadero, and ride right past me. You're the best part of my commute.
You filled my tiny, $1000/month, closet-less bedroom with lilacs when I was homesick. "Let me remind you why you love it here." you said.
I saw you watching me play video games through my window. DoTa 2. I called the police.
I saw you playing videogames through a window. DoTa 2. My little angel. Maybe one day I'll have the courage to say hello...from the Heavens.
Eating at The Grind. Something on your mind. Mickey on your shirt. Shoes covered in mud and dirt. You had the crazy hair and thick glasses.
It was a balmy summer evening and though all your hard work and dedication created something beautiful. Every time I see him I think of Well, the beautiful music he plays in my head. It really moves people.
Darkness was approaching fast and having just arrived, I was standing in your living room, not knowing what to do. Then I caught your eye and you walked over and kissed me. I still think about that day. I still think about you.
I like that you're so different from the rest of your co-workers. I really hope they don't corrupt you.
Crawfish and Budweiser, fog on marina green. You were a friend of a friend, or more precisely ex-girlfriend of a friend. We spoke about baseball while the world spun around us. I was lost in your smile, found in your eyes, and I still am today.
We butt bumped as you were loading your laundry into the washer and I was folding mine. Maybe one day we'll toss around in fresh linens.
When we first met you acted like you had no idea who I was. However, on your last night in the country you confessed to me that when we met you had immediately recognized me from my blog.
Even though we knew each other professionally, I always got this vibe from you. One time you asked me to double check a URL on your iPad. When I sat down next to you to see it you tossed the device across the couch and just went for it.
I remember the night we first met. I was busy flirting with your friend who has a serious ego problem. I often wonder what would have happened if I flirted with you instead.
I didn't fully comprehend the undertones of your invitation to see the Folsom Street Fair together until the day ended back at your place. Wow. So that's what you meant.
You struggled to stay "just friends" with me for months, until one night, your invitation to stay over was met with, "Is it ok if I take off my tights?"
Late at night you snapchatted me a shirtless picture of yourself. When I asked you about it in person, you claimed that it never happened!
Love watching stupid amateur one-dimensional indie films with you until 2am on a Sunday night, then regret it the next day at work, after 3 lattes.
You found me on OkCupid. I found you on Twitter. Your internet wit sold me into a first date, and the rest is history.
I say I go to Cat Club to be with my friends, and sure, that's fun. But the real reason I go is to watch you dance alone. I have never seen anything so beautiful and pure, and I am completely in love with it and you.
You were carrying a box of PeopleMover records. The printings seemed a bit off center but I didn't care. You had the crazy hair and thick glasses
I knew you were special the moment you agreed to go on a burger tour with me without hesitation.
We came back to mine and instead of taking off our clothes we thought it'd be funny to put on our respective dodgeball uniforms. I never thought I'd be attracted to a man in knee socks. Never say never.
The most spontaneous thing I've ever done: actually go on that date with stranger at the bar. We talked about books for six hours and although I'll never see you again,I think you should know that you're the first guy to ever make me feel confident.
We came here together on hope & lust; that night, as we short-lived swung and spun 'midst the dust to the beat beat rhythm of the off-the-beaten-path band, I knew that there was no one I rather be dazed & dancing with for the long-lived always.
I showed you (wowed you?) with my well designed rental resume at a bar and was so caught up in talking about the SF rental market it took me almost two hours to notice how freaking cute you were.
I knew this was the start of something special when you had an extra iPhone charger already plugged in and waiting for me.
We were sitting in the middle of Washington Square sharing a sandwich. A man walked over and bothered me. You knew he wasn't up to par so you pulled your leash out of my hand and chased him away. The cop riding by laughed and gave you a treat.
I had just broken up with my boyfriend and you saw me sitting by myself at the bar. You took me to a diner and listened to me cry until 3 am over a plate of scrambled eggs. I was sleepy so you put me in a cab home and kissed me on the forehead.
I was waiting for the 49. You were waiting for the bus too. You caught my eye, but there was no way I would talk to you. Then you asked me for directions, with your European accent, Swedish maybe, and I tripped over my words because you were perfect.
Union Square fills me with longing, the last place we kissed.
I have no idea why you have to "check in" everywhere and Instagram pictures of old cars, but I'm still hopelessly in love with you.
My first time at a sf house music night club. You approached me and tried to salsa dance with me.I just wasn't feeling your twirling.
You made me a ring out of a one dollar bill while we grabbed some Indian food, and I wore it everyday for 4 months. I recently lost it, but I secretly hope I'll find it somehow in an obscure corner of my room.
I know I only tell you that I find you cute when I'm plastered. But I really just find you cute all the time and have no idea how to meet you soberly.
Late night at 1015. Best small show of the year. Dancing until 4AM. Chatting in bed until I caught the first BART back to the east bay at 6AM. Can't wait to do it again.
We started and fizzled in 2011. We started again this year and you gave me 6 weeks I'll always remember. I felt happiest and strongest with you, no need for drugs. Then you decided you didn't want more. I'm still distantly persistent. Maybe 2013?
Slipped on a banana peel in a parking lot and you told me I was a cartoon character.
I went through so many cells. Every little creature in each cell was so cute, yet I didn't feel the connection with any of them. Until I saw you with your clipped right ear. I sat down and you just jumped onto my lap. Then I took you home.
Riding to the top of the cliffs by Sutro and then almost literally flying down the hill and riding along the beach on a miraculously beautiful day in the Outer Richmond.
We bar hopped with our friends the entire night and have known each other for 7 years. We finally held hands and kissed like never before. My roommate walked in on us, to be continued. Thanks for the night to remember.
I remember the first time I got your text. It was so random and surprising but then it made me shake and all sorts of thoughts just ran through my mind. Cuz I already love u at the time.
I've only seen you at github drink ups, but I'm too shy to introduce myself.
It was a crazy drunken night in the Mission. We didn't have enough cash to get all the way back, so the cab dropped us off about half a mile away. I didn't really care because that night... you carried me all the way home in the rain.
That night we spontaneously rented a zip car, refused to use the maps app, and visited every major SF landmark on a desolate weeknight is still one of the best dates I've ever been on.
The first time we hung out I got embarrassingly drunk, spent most of the night huddled over in the bar's bathroom, and accidentally set off their fire alarm. Though we've had our issues, I always thought it was cool that this wasn't one of them.
'Twas the night of Halloween. My wizardry and your super powers brought us closer together than ever before. I wasn't ready for more than some innocent flirting, so when you shocked me with a goodnight kiss, I ran away.
I messaged you on OKCupid. You replied 3 months later. I replied 3 months after your reply. End of contact. Then we unexpectedly became part of the same friend circle - but you still haven't realized we actually met on OKCupid.
We met at my company's happy hour. I then proceeded to practically ignore you for the rest of the night. The next morning, a single text to you: "Ice cream. Monday. 7pm". The last two weeks have been the happiest I've been in a long time.
I asked you if you were in the Marina, and you lied and told me that you were in the Outer Sunset.
We had just met the night before, and I was sitting at home anxiously waiting to hear from you. I don't think anything could have prepared me for the brief text that I was about to receive... It contained nothing but an eggplant emoji.
I pretended not to be impressed with your Twitter follower count when you drunkenly bragged about it at Lone Palm.
I remember when we were flirting in a pretentious bar, and I propositioned you on twitter. You then said yes.