My two major exes from college are still the shit. Here is why.
  1. Steve from junior year.
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  2. James from senior year.
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  3. It's really only those two, but sometimes when I am in the middle of some drama, I look at how much both these dudes still mean to me and am reassured that people who are supposed to be in your life will be.
    Pretty much regardless of whether either of you want to talk to each other right this second.
  4. I wish someone had told me that all that time I spent crying over breakups could've been spent writing friend notes to future-them.
    I don't want to say that *I* made these guys better people. But I will, cuz I did. (You should have seen what kind of jagweeds they were at Oberlin.