But am I ever really done with you? For days and days on end I've been thinking about you.
I thought she was you. What are the chances that I bump into you in a roblox server? Zero. Because, unfortunately, phiarodriguez602 wasn't you. You've absolutely no idea how fucking quickly I folded at the mere name. Oh so close to your own. How quickly I began to apologize for acting out at your cruelty. I thought fate might just let us be again. But she wasn't you. God. I'm so, so tempted to unblock you everywhere. To reach out again and ask for our friendship back.
I'm so upset. I want you. I miss you. But you don't know, and you might never know.
