please please please call me. please. i have had my hand wrapped around my phone for a long time, waiting for something--anything--to make it vibrate. My palms are slippery with sweat and I'm afraid that you're ignoring me on purpose. I really like you. I really think you and I could have something together but I don't want you to feel guilty or obligated. If you are scared, then please tell me why. Please. I am not your ex girlfriend. I am not Suzanna, I am not Jenny, I am not Nadia, I am not like any girl you have ever known. I will never do the thing she did to you, because i know what it's like, i've been through it too, and there is nothing in the world worse than knowing that you have been used. please call me. i miss talking to you already. i feel like i can just talk and be myself around you (though i am afraid to look like a messy eater which is why i only ate half of my egg roll that one time) but I want you to be the same way with me. I am very sad right now and I hope that you are not. I would not wish the uncertain, hungry unhappiness that I am feeling right now on anybody else in the world. ...that is what i would say to you had I the courage and not the sensibility.