ME: A shy cute girl with dirty blond hair braided in the back, a sweater vest top with a blouse underneath it, a livestrong bracelet, black slacks, keds sneakers, moderate amount of makeup and that perfume that you always told me you liked.
YOU: Jeremy Heath, my exboyfriend of four years and the one true love of my life and I'm so so sorry I didn't mean to let you go and I have regretted it oh lord have I regretted it.
We were standing at the train platform at Carrol Street and you looked over and said "oh god, why are you following me" and I said "I'm not following you I just moved out here" and you said "you moved out here really?" and I said "yes, but not to be close to you, I actually moved out here because it was cheaper and i needed a cheaper place" and you said "that doesn't make any sense Carrol Gardens is very expensive Dianne" and I said "okay, fine Jeremy you caught my bluff I moved out here because you're out here and I want to be near you" and you said "it's over, Dianne" and I said "is it because you're fucking that little slut Ashley" and you said "leave her out of this" and then the train came and we sat in silence glaring at one another.
I think we had a connection. You should call me.