hi, again! I look at you and I smile, hiding my face behind a sheet of paper.
you talked. I listened.
"But you've heard this before." I know.
I want to hear it again, or a million times just to hear your voice.
"hi, again" is about how my feelings were still there. I made my roommate come to this fair and I knew he was going to be there. Even though I went through a lot mentally, I liked liking him.