hey, it's me
how are things?
are you there? i miss
you so much

i know ***** and break-ups
don't mix and i
know that's probably
why i'll regret this tomorrow.
i hate myself but i
called just to tell
you i'm sorry

but

will the day come when
we would want to
see the sunset and watch
each sunrise with each
other - will you love me
again by then?

no.
never mind.
bye.