i know you didn’t ever even want to talk to me. the first time we facetimed you were playing COD and i told you i was better. we stayed on for hours. we finally got off and it was late so i went to sleep. then at like 2 in the morning he texts me. asking about a girl. obviously i help him cause that just who i am. it hurts when the girl is your old best friend who is now the skinny, popular, blonde, blue eyed, cheerleader. it hurts knowing that you still love him. even if he hasn’t texted you in hours.
