He got to the bus, paid the discount ticket and..

Sat on the back of the bus, looking for something more than a reply. He looked at his hand, or what was left of it, and thought on the tragedy, on the drama, on being desperate, in loneliness. In his own loneliness, and how miserable he felt while everybody were staring at him. On the other side of the window, fog - just like the one in his head. Suddenly, his cellphone rang and..

So, I met this girl..

And she was like, SO gorgeous. She was everything I ever wanted, not only because of her ability to tolerate me, but because of her deep eyes. There was something strange about them, something I will never understand. Okay, so we went for a walk a couple of times, we chatted, we did some makeout, and then she left. Yeah, she left.. Could you believe it? It was THAT simple. Yeah, simple for her. I spent like three months trying to get over it, and I couldn't. So I'm leaving you this message, hoping that you hear it someday and magically, come back to me so we can have a cup of coffee.. Or maybe two. That's it, I miss you.