I hope that when she kisses you, you taste my lips instead of hers I hope that when you are walking down the street, you suddenly get a wiff of my perfume and it haunts you all the way home I hope that when you turn the key of the lock to your new house, you remember what it was like coming home to me instead of her I hope that when you wake up in the morning and turn over, you see my messy hair instead of hers I hope that when you stand across from her, you say I do imagining me instead of looking at her I hope that when you think of me, you choke. Sincerely.