This is the breakup letter we all want to write to our exes. It's the box of mementos shoved in the back of the closet that we can't part with. Why not dump it on his doorstep instead of sit in your room crying over it again? Why not? 
 Min and Ed were doomed from the start, and not just because you know they're going to break up. It's not just that they're from different worlds. Min's the "arty" one, though she hates that word, and Ed is the dumb jock. They try to convince each other that this doesn't matter, and they'll defy all odds, like every other doomed high school relationship. They just don't fit. They don't share the same interests, or the same world view. Min, you should've known when... you know what, that list is too long to bother with. 
 Min is embarrassing. She says and does dumb things. They're the things we don't want to think about, the things we can't believe we said to former significant others. "I don't believe I was such an idiot," we all say, as we go through the box again. Well, believe it. You turn into a blubbering pile of lovey-dovey mush, knowing you're going to hate yourself for it later. 
 Is this a review or a personal anecdote? Both, maybe. Be glad you're rid of him, Min. It's time to move on.