After 4 years of silence he texts me, "sup."
To this day, I still have no idea what happened to my favorite bra.
I was too busy worrying about bumping into him to notice him sitting three seats ahead of me.
I didn't think I was doing anything wrong until you walked in the room and I instinctively jumped away from him.
Apparently, getting absolutely smashed, calling him between pukes in the public bathroom, falling asleep on the street and waking up in his bed filled with mud was romantic only on my side.
You wonder why I know your little secret, but you forget that you gave me your email password.
Truly admirable friends go with you on frantic and unnecessary detours simply so you can avoid someone you probably should talk to.