I catch myself randomly thinking about you. Even though I hate what you did to me, and you pretty much made me who I am now, I still miss you sometimes. You were the first to make me feel alive. And no matter how much I hate you, I couldn’t ever forget about you.
I miss you too! Can you remind me what song it was again? I’ll learn it on guitar!
You should call me.
I miss you too. Actually, I was just thinking about our phone convos from the past. Wow, memory lane.
Yes, I’ve been single for a very, very, very long time.
Probably will still be alone for a very, very, very long time too.
I’ve been in love. It’s an amazing feeling. But the end feels like death. And it leaves a scar. A really big scar.