I'm literally not following my own advice. I told her not to worry about someone who lives 1,400 miles away, yet I still find myself missing your golden blonde hair and the way you would make fun of me, of any of us. I used to live for your fluffy white dog, who even attacked me a couple times. I don't even known why I stuck around for your sarcastic *******. maybe it was the thought of you loving me cliché right? I know. but I still love you.