why would you tell me that you miss me? i was over you. i told ryan that i was over you and i wasn’t lying, and less than twenty four hours later i’m on the phone to jack crying because you said you miss me and i know you just miss sleeping with me. i’m sorry that i’ll never be as good as mia. if you treated the women in your life like people then maybe you might actually be able to keep one around. for the record, when we sit there and grin from ear to ear whilst we explain how much we hate each other, i know you’re just flirting, but that’s my way of letting out how much i love you. i hate myself for feeling this way, but all i want is to kiss you again. i don’t even care about my self respect anymore.