dear jon,

when you called me back, it felt like the good old times. when i only liked you and didn't rack my brain after hanging up with you to check if i said something stupid or not. i picked up your call while i was in my boss' office, me sitting on his desk, laughing with him while you asked me what was so funny. i missed my boss, in a sense, he's my safety net. in his office i felt safe. i could talk to you like the loser that you are without trembling like the little girl that i am. PS- i didn't hang up out of spite. i really did have to take another call. someone important, not like you [not anymore at least].

[though i do love you still, lets not kid ourselves].

kisses,
me.