sometimes I think about you, more like a lot... I miss you lots but I can never say it to your face and it hurts, but I feel like you know that, at the same time I don't know if you miss me, I remember every single day in the summer last year, we called for so many hours, kind of want that to happen today-or everyday, to make it short...I miss you lots and I hope we can talk again, it doesn't matter I just feel like talking on the phone again