We don't really speak anymore... Actually, no, we don't speak atall anymore, which is a shame... I remember when i first started speaking to you back in the good ol' days of Myspace... Do you remember? I was 'Yonakillsatthecarnivalofhorrors' and i was so hardcore you loved it.
9pm conversations everynight? I remember you used to get cranky if i wasnt there at that specific time and vice versa.
I miss you, you were so kind and funny, your texts always made me smile and all the songs we had together; hellogoodbye especially.
Then it went from myspace to phone calls once or twice a week and msn everyday, i can recall phoning you drunk when i was passed out on my mums bedroom floor with ketchup all over my top, speaking in an English accent and you laughed like ive never heard anyone laugh before "Cucumber sandwiches with no crusts please darling"
Give it a name, ahahaha! When we decided to meet each other for the first time.
I can remember sitting on the tube with tasha and we turned round and saw you lot further down the carriage and couldnt cope to the extent that i nearly passed out laughing. The peach schnapps in the hotel room and the fact that i got so drunk i fell asleep half way up the stairs to my room and we stole that orange juice from the kitchen which the owners stupidly left unlocked for us.
THE PLUNGER! aahaha, and the pidgeon that flew in the room aswell as your dad with his travel iron ready to go.
"BONJOUR MONSEUR, CAN I HAVE MY SHOES?"
I also won't ever forget the fact that despite how much you hate them you came into that crushing mosh pit with me when AFI came on.
Thank you for being so much fun, i miss you x
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