I hate talking. It leads to hugs and crying and… eww. We both know we fucked up with each other really bad. We screwed up our friendship, ok? I know it, you know it. Move on. There’s no need for meaningless “I’m sorry”. They won’t solve a thing. Just, be there when I need you, ok? Even if that means calling you up on the phone at five o’clock in the morning and not say a word. Not talking…at all. Just hear you breath and knowing that you would cross the world like in the good old days. I would turn off the call after a few minutes of silence. No need for talk. Just…be there…you know?