i have five incoming calls from the us, dylan, from five different unknown numbers. seven missing calls from you. around a hundred messages on twitter and ten or fifteen on the phone. and i wasn't talking to you for two days

fuck it, i missed you too

but you made me angry

well for example, you didnt want to answer if you're single or not. like, one simple stupid question. then you said i shouldn't care because we're miles apart. like ugh, i seriously hated you for a while

shut up.

well...ugh...probably i should say i'm sorry for reacting that way. i just though we were real friends, you know? like friends who tell each other things, not like...whatever this was. but i do get what you mean, although i can't say i've forgiven you.

i don't know if i'll be able to forget, dylan

well, obviously you had a seriously bad day.

then i'm seriously sorry.

i'm not sarcastic, i'm stilesastic

what?