So you text me, finally. It seems not a big deal to you, anyways. It's good to hear from you, even it's during lunch break. At least you still exist on the world, and decide to text me when you think of me. I know you are always busy. I guess I just hadn't become a part of your life as yet. I'm not included yet. But it feels good to receive text from you. Though I want to hear your voice too... I don't think I'm asking too much, if you really consider me being your girl.
You're so different. Before and after. In regards to the way we interact and the quantity we contact. I don't remember talking to you over the phone since March...
But, I'll go with your way, your time, cuz that's how I love. My way.
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