Look, I want to be somebody in life. I may go out, enjoy myself, do some silly things - but there’s a limit. I find myself becoming so easily agitated with trivial matters, and insignificant details it becomes frustrating after a while.
I’m stressed and I suppose we all are but it’s taking hold of me now and starting to bring me down. One month never seemed so far away…
Late nights are bad, because they make me think. Think about why certain things happened or didn’t happen and well, you know the rest.
I miss you. I miss your drunken calls, the hilarious late night skype sessions (which made staying awake in class so difficult), I miss how I genuinely liked talking to you. When we met, it was great- it seemed like the two of us could really get along. After whatever happened, you can’t deny we had a good time. But then it got awkward, and I started to feel like a conquest.
Reading through our chats and texts, I love how you’d always talk to me first. Even if you were drunk, you called me and we talked for hours and that meant something. I did my best not to get attached, and I’ve done a great job at it - but I still wish we had that playful banter going.
You spoke to me sometime ago, and its funny how just a few words from you changed my day from shit to good. Yes you have that power over me, and I don’t like that.
We both love our single lives, and I don’t even want anything more. I just want us to talk again, for the calls and texts again. Is that too much to ask for?
