[who is this?]

[hey, it's me.]

[silver?]

[yes.]

[oh.]

[how are you?]

[i'm fine. why are you calling?]

[i just... wanted to check up on you. see how you're doing.]

[you don't have the right to do that. you left me, remember?]

[i know and i'm sorry.]

[a little too late.]

[i just worry.]

[why would you?]

[i don't know. but i know that i shouldn't.]

[yeah, you shouldn't.]

[i know i shouldn't be standing outside your house right now but i am.]

[what? right now? here?]

[yes.]

[why the fuck?]

♡

"hello."

"what are you doing here?"

"i missed you."

"why would you miss me? did whoever you were dating not work out for you?"

"that's not the point."

"yeah. you're right. the point is you hurt me. you made me move on. and now you're here. to do what? to rub it in my face? to push the knife a little deeper?"

"no. i really miss you. i can't stop it."

"well, that's... i don't know what to do with that. i'm already with someone else."

"i know."

"how?"

"i just know you. i knew what you would and wouldn't do."

"well, then why are you here? if you think i don't change?"

"because i don't think that way anymore. i was mad and i was scared."

"so was i! we're always meeting each other at the wrong times."

"i know. look... i'm not here to ruin whatever you have with this guy, but... i really don't understand why i can't stop looking for you in everyone i meet."