That's what your name in my phone is.
Nah.
As in don't respond if you ever text me again.

I thought you were just a hookup.
A one night (two night) stand.
I thought I'd forget you quickly.
But here I am.

I decided the reason I couldn't stop thinking about you was because you were the last guy I did anything with.
I did anything with Peter two weeks ago.
I thought of you.

You were a complete *******.
You pressured me to have ***.
You told people the exact details.
Apparently you had a girlfriend.

But I can only ever remember the sweet parts.

I broke it off with you.
But I'm the one still not over this.
And it's not fair
And I hate it
And I saw you yesterday.
And now I can't get you out of my head.

I changed your name in my phone so I would never text you back.
I didn't need to.