White Breakup Shirts

You looked great in your white starched shirt, you bought me a drink. You are in town for a ping pong tournament from San Diego, or San Francisco, cannot remember. If you read this, and your name is Mike (ranked #5 nationally), I would love to hear from you again. Since I've seen you? Almost a year to be exact. I know you are in a relationship now and you certainly seem to be doing well. I don't hate you anymore for how things ended, but every now and then I can't help but wonder how it could have turned out differently. I don't think of you often, but when I do I wonder how two people who got along so well and made each other laugh as often as we did could go on never speaking to each other again. But you were the one who decided that, not me. Anyway, if you somehow see this, know that regardless of how wrong you were in the end, and how much your hurt me I still wish you well. You were a strikingly handsome man, starched white shirt, sitting along the wall with 2 other gentlemen (not nearly as attractive as you) at a small round table. I watched you eat your soup...being jealous of that spoon.