“Who won the superbowl in 1987?”
It’s so good talking to you again.
You make me laugh. I can be myself around you. I love how I can say anything to you. I love how you still confide in me. No, you will never be my boyfriend, your temper scares me; sometimes I can’t even stand you but you are still Eric and I care about you.
And I promise you everything will be okay.