You’re lucky I don’t drink, I’d have your number on speed dial. Instead, when I listen to a song that reminds me of you, I’ll text you something stupid - like how much I miss you. Or how much I hate you. 

They’re no different really. I always wake up the next morning feeling regret. 

Tonight I had to listen to him tell me about his new crush. She’s the one, he thinks.

In which case, what did that make me??