Dammit. You drove me mad. You drove into depression. You consumed my life. But then I got over you: slowly and painfully (very, very painfully) I got over you. When I considered you out of my life, I removed you as a friend.
And now after two years…
We talked again. And hell did I enjoy it! To see your cute face and to hear your sweet voice. Damn, how much I miss you now!
Should I open the possibility of the past repeating itself?
Or will it be a new chapter?
Should I sent you a friend request again?
(Seriously, dear Reader, should I?)