I didn’t see you today. I realized when I saw your friend walking alone that you aren’t here. It’s weird because you’re always with him, and it gets me thinking,
“hey, that guy must know everything about you”
You probably talk to him about anything but me. I can’t imagine you getting excited into telling your friends that I’m into you because, though it may not seem like it, you don’t actually care. But I do. So much that with every sound my phone makes I’m hoping to see your reply.
I want to know why you’re not here.