Its been two years since he was my closest friend. I met him in 2003. Between then and 2008, I was in love with him off and on. If you add it up, I'm sure I loved him the majority of that time.
Anyway, his message went a little like this:
Hey, it's Tony. Just wanted to check in with you. Give me a call when you have time, if you have time. (Gave me the number twice like he always does). I have a question for you. Talk to you later. Bye.
Tony always knew exactly how to play me, but I don't think I want to play this game anymore. This game hurts me.
When he called me it was like my stomach jumped into my throat.
This is all way too dramatic for me.
Whatever.
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