I messaged Cal the other day, I think he told you. Truth is, I wanted to see if he was still in your life. I wish I was still in your life. The two weeks that you showed any interest towards me replay in my brain every single fucking day. Turns out he is still in your life, and he said you’re not doing so good. Why can’t you remember me? Why don’t you know that I’m here? I’ve always been here Celine.