There it is—the fuckening.
Nice to see you too.
Hmmm.
Can we talk?
Damn. I was having so much fun.
I want you back. I miss you. Do you miss me?
I don’t know. I miss the bond, I guess. But then I remember the disrespect, and I don’t miss you as much.
Killing me softly.
Hmmm.
See, you and I belong together. You are in my heart.
I do not like crowded spaces.
What then do you like?
For starters, not crowded spaces.
Sigh…
Sigh.