2010-11-07 / 2:18 a.m.

"Know something? I get to really missing you when we don't talk for days at a time. I'm sorry if that's wrong or I'm not supposed to. I hope your weekend's going okay."

"Silly thing. You've nothing to be sorry for. I'd miss me too."

Humour. I don't need your fucking humour. I'm feeling very vulnerable and fucked up and I want you to come over and be in love with me like you were just three months ago. I apologise if I'm acting like some immature, desperate little idiot, but I know no different and I need you. Come back and be mine, sweetheart.