Hey, You...

Yes, you. I'm talking directly to you.

I wish you'd just call me already. I know that a part of you really wants to. I know that you haunt this blog frequently and that you visit my MySpace account at least several times a week. How do I know this, you ask? Because I know you, probably better than anybody. I know that you're still holding on, without having any idea as to why. Come on, don't try to deny it... I can see right through you, just as you can see right through me. We're both so predictable that way.

What do you think I'm going to do if you call me? Do you think I'm going to cuss you out and hang up on you? Do you think I'm going to tell you off once and for all? Even if I wanted to do these things, you know that I never would. I'd be so happy to hear your voice again, these things would never even occur to me. A part of me wants to hate you... but there's another, much stronger part that misses you so much that it hurts. So where are you? I need you.

Pop in your Help! CD, listen to tracks 2 and 4 and call me already. You know where to find me. I don't have to tell you... because you already know.

You already know.