I don’t really think of you that often anymore. I never thought I would get to this point. But I realized that I’m happier now than I’ve been for a long time.
I’m trying not to contact you for at least a week. We didn’t talk yesterday. I’m not going to call you today. I miss you. I miss you. This too shall pass.
You tell me that you feel lonely and that you want me to come over. It’s Sunday and you’re hungover. Fuck you.