I go by every day the bar you took me to and I remember that I never took the initiative to go there on my own, yet you did and you took me there. Strange, to think how I never thought of it, yet it was so natural of you. I know this means nothing to you, but it’s… building new memories, for me, to long to be in. It’s been a long time I did that.

So I just kept dreaming, yeah, I just kept dreaming
It wasn’t very hard
I spent all this time tryna figure out why
Nobody’s on my side

We can still make new memories, you know. Memories of happiness, memories of pain, but memories nonetheless of us, you, and me, in love, in pain, together.

Why did you call me? And why delete all our messages? Strange. I was worried for you. I still am, actually. An idiotic friend of mine made me understand how fragile we are and seeing you calling me out of the blue made me worried for you. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe calling me was a mistake, and you just wanted to get rid of all our messages, wanted to block me off. Maybe you wanted to reach out to someone who you thought would be there for you. I’d love to be there for you. I really would. Anyway, I can’t do anything now, only wait. I hope all is well with you, Issy. I’m thinking of you.