Why we broke up [Editing]

For I can't help falling in love with you

Darling so it goes, some thing are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too

So that's where we were. On February 8th I sent you a message on Facebook which was about an homework. Talking of great excuses. I just don't know why, but we kept carrying the conversation until later that night.
When I first said: "Hey"
You just kind of answered:
"What do you want to know?"

Isn't it lovely? Well it's not. Later on, you said to me:

"Looks like you clearly don't know me"

To which I answered:

"Should I expect any worse?"

Have I said this expecting to be getting to know you? I don't know.

Just like that, we talked until 23h56, until you fell asleep, if truth would be told. You said you were sorry about that, and that's how the conversation went on again the next day. And in some ways, we achived talking each and everyday or so. That was the beggining of you and I. I'd call you by your last name and you'd give me from ugly to horribly ugly nicknames. We'd conversate all day long, laughing in front of our iPods all day long.

We barely knew each other so you'd belive almost everything I would told you, like the fact that Laura was my sister, now you know she's not. Just because we're both chinese doesn't make us more sisters, duh.

Something like complicity was making its way toward us and we were even able to practice telepathy. Or we were just thinking the same things at the same moments. We had weird inside too, like "salsa". And back then, it just felt right, you know. It just felt like we understood each other.

Despite on Internet, we were never talking in real life. We were not even waving at each other in real life. I think we were barely looking at each other.

Meanwhile, our friend Josh declared his love to my -in that time- best friend, Aryn. In facts, Josh had told me first and I wasn't sure if she loved him or not. I think a part or herself wasn't too sure either. But Josh was waiting for an answer and I couldn't get anything worth from Aryn. So I brought it to you, to help me out. I thought that, because you were friend with Josh and knew he liked Aryn, you'd help me figure this out. Mostly figure what to tell Josh and how to stall him. But guess what, you didn't help me at all. After we agreed on Facetime, you spent all the time saying stuff that didn't even made sense. And I was laughing. So it just ended at 3am because of that.

The same night, we called again. In about one month, we had 46 hours and a half of Facetime.

A day or two before some writing contest, I decided to participate. You encouraged me and brainstormed with me, staying up late until I had finished. Your opinion was very valuable for me back then. I had also put you in my story. It was about picturing our lives in thirty years from now or so, that wasn't my idea by the way. I made you a guitarist of some really nice band I had just invented. But even your band's name was lame, "White Trouble". We weren't a couple in my story because we weren't in real life either. And that would be assuming we'd be one.

I never heard back from the contest. But I had your opinion, which meant to me much more.

You meant to me much more than some words written on a paper. You meant much more than I even realised it back then.