Okay, so not that we were ever actually anything defineable. We just hooked up a few times and BARED OUR SOULS TO EACH OTHER but never mind that. Anyways, I was really happy to hear from you and that you had a new girl, but I’m not sure whether to feel sad or karma-tastic that she’s leaving you for her ex.
But that’s not the secret. The secret is that I miss you.
I hope you don’t regret me, although I can’t necessarily say the same. I don’t even find you attractive, and I never did. I can’t believe I let you go…well…where no man has gone before. I wish I’d saved that, even though it wasn’t that much. You’re still in my phone under a fake name, so I wouldn’t have to be reminded of you…
But I’m feeling down right now and you’re feeling down right now and I wish you weren’t across the country because then we could drink enough wine to lose our filters and maybe I could take off my shirt and we could make each other feel better and maybe, just maybe, you could spend the night.
