to not call you in Albuquerque, let you know I'm here, just know I was there just know I was driving the roads breathing the same air, that this was the closest we'd been since april of last year, that you could see me, that you could see me but I was too afraid of you not wanting to see me too afraid of the commas you wouldn't use the perpetual boredom sounding through your replies, the I don't want anything to do with you and I told brett that you were probably one of those people who never speaks to an ex once you're done and I was both surprised and hurt by my lack of knowledge by the sheer amount of things that i didn't know about you but you never ask these things because they never matter