i thought i was going to be sick, like old times.

so i called you back and you answered, "hey!" and i said, "WHY DO YOU DO THIS" and you laughed and asked what. i said, "WHY DO YOU CALL ME" laughing again you say, "uh..i..you know, i was just on the train and going through my contacts list." and i said, "so all your random text messages, phone calls at random times without any follow ups, texts like, 'i was thinking about you'.." and you, "HAHA about that.."

i was laughing and yelling and i said, "YOU ARE SO ANNOYING. WHY DO YOU DO IT" and you said, "nothing." and i said, "....nothing. NOTHING. NOTHING DOESN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION!" and you just laughed and i said, "it amazes me that after all these months, you are still incapable of answering a question."

"ahahaha..it's part of my charm." and i exploded, "IT IS NO SUCH THING!" and you just laughed harder.

i said through laughter, "i hate this because i just want to hit you-" and you said, "and i can close the door in your face, like old times!" i continued, "i want to HIT YOU, but i can't because you're a fucking hour away."

"an hour away?" you said, "an hour away is nothing. it's in the backyard."

"NO IT ISN'T!" i said. and you carried on with, "i mean really it would be very easy for you to just drive here...then you can hit me all you want." and i laughed and said, "i can't." and you said, "it's in the backyard."

"IT IS NOT IN THE FUCKING BACKYARD." and we laughed.

i wish that i could make the trip, because honestly that's practically in the backyard and i would so love to hit and kiss you but i'm too afraid that i would get there and find out it wasn't worth the drive.