Well, there used to be days like this. I would write something on my phone and think of you and sound pathetic. Look, that was dated April 24, and it's already mid-August, and I believe I no longer feel this way. But that won't invalidate the feeling. That won't make it any less strong or delicate.
This will be just one of those things I'd look back on and smile about, because nothing really happened. Well, there's always Don McLean to sing to me about my foolishness, and I'm very happy about that.
