I text you occasionally, when you pop into my mind.
Pretty sure that number isnt in use anymore.
I hate that we stopped talking, through no fault of our own.
You hardly ever had your phone and had no access to internet.
You were the one person that understood me.
Everytime I think of you it makes me so mad that it was so easy for you just to slip out of my life.
Id choose you over her anyday. You were more of a friend than she ever was, but yet you felt obligated to constantly text her back and ring her because she was such an attention seeking fucker and because you couldnt bear to see anyone suffering.
I hope you are still with Lindsey, I really do. You guys were so cute. I also hope you finally got somewhere you could call home, and I hope the doctors finally sorted out what the fuck was going on with you.
I still have your christmas card in my memory box.