Drawing Scars

"But you'll still get bored of me in the end. Everybody does. I don't want to hurt Nick, either. But I just can't help it; I feel complete when you're by my side. I miss you, Ronnie." I took a deep breath "All my single friends are jealous; he's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. I can't lose you again."
"How could I get bored of you? Your moods are too fucking unpredictable, for one thing. And I miss you too. Why do you think Sally and I didn't work out? I kept putting up barriers between us that I knew she couldn't break through, so I wouldn't hurt her, but in the end, it ruined us. You might lose me again. Or we'll work. It's hit or miss, but it all starts with your choice." He replied and I could almost hear him running his tattooed and through his probably matted hair.
""I wish it was that easy; you know what Nick could do to himself. But he needs to grow up. I'll be there in 20."
"I'll be waiting. I'll wait all night if I have to."
"I love you, Ronnie."
"Yeah, I know you do. Thanks."
I sighed and dragged my nails across my hand without noticing they ad been digging deep into my skin. Ow. "..."
"Fuck it." He mumbled and after a few moments, that seemed more like a few centuries,
"I love you too."