laying in bed. that's all i could do the last couple of weeks. he left me. without saying goodbye, he left me. it's not that tragic, he's just on tour. but he never wrote, never called me... i don't even know if he's thinking of me, still knows that i exist... what i'm talking about? conan lee grey. we grew up together, we were best friend. i had... or have, a crush. i never thought we would somehow find back together until he started to interact w me on instagram