I just want to talk to you right now. Tell everything I’ve been desperately wanting to tell you. But I know you’re already happy. And you don’t care. I just want you to know, it’s painful. Really painful. That you can’t feel my pain, even it’s been a long time now. I miss you. I miss us. And I wonder if ever you miss me and us too. You’ve been telling your new girl every sweet word you told me before. And now, I don’t know what to do. Because they’re telling me you still love me. But where are you? Where the fuck are you?