I try to imagine how things would be now if we'd never met. It's hard to picture it. You came right when I needed you. But you left when I needed you, too.

Another night of you not calling me. I wonder what it means. You say you like talking to me, so why not call?

My emotional phantom limb.

I called you last night and you were kind. Please be kind again.

I would do most anything to get you back by my side.