So much has been happening lately: Work, friends of friends visiting, study, exams, more work, furniture buying, meeting new people, drama, work and even more work. None of this has been on my mind more than you have.
It's now been over three months since you last contacted me, I miss you like you wouldn't believe. All those nights sitting up chatting about nothing at all, I was sending mixed messages, but getting mad when I received mixed messages. I felt a particular way the whole time, I don't know about you.
January was fantastic. I saw you a few times, we even spent a night sitting in that cricket club talking for hours, then walking to maccas to catch a cab through the drive through and heading home shortly after. We talked about so much, yet I get the impression we didn't talk about as much as we should have.
A few weeks later I heard your voice again over the phone, it was great. You said you enjoyed it too, and that you also missed the calls. Whether you were telling the truth or not I don't know, but I sure hope you were.
I miss having my best friend in the entire world to talk to nearly every night, mostly until dawn, or an assignment was due. I miss coming home from work and having you to talk to. No one else has been the same since you.
I often wonder how you are going, what new (or old) music you're listening to; any new awesome television shows and how interesting your university life is.
I'm not going to apologise any more for sending you messages, it's only because I want to know how you're going.
Mr 99 Luft Balloons, I miss you.
It's now been over three months since you last contacted me, I miss you like you wouldn't believe. All those nights sitting up chatting about nothing at all, I was sending mixed messages, but getting mad when I received mixed messages. I felt a particular way the whole time, I don't know about you.
January was fantastic. I saw you a few times, we even spent a night sitting in that cricket club talking for hours, then walking to maccas to catch a cab through the drive through and heading home shortly after. We talked about so much, yet I get the impression we didn't talk about as much as we should have.
A few weeks later I heard your voice again over the phone, it was great. You said you enjoyed it too, and that you also missed the calls. Whether you were telling the truth or not I don't know, but I sure hope you were.
I miss having my best friend in the entire world to talk to nearly every night, mostly until dawn, or an assignment was due. I miss coming home from work and having you to talk to. No one else has been the same since you.
I often wonder how you are going, what new (or old) music you're listening to; any new awesome television shows and how interesting your university life is.
I'm not going to apologise any more for sending you messages, it's only because I want to know how you're going.
Mr 99 Luft Balloons, I miss you.
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