Six Missed Calls.

I need a day dream, of you and me.

Everyone's leaving soon. I don't think I want them too. I'd much prefer them to stay. I've asked them. But they've said no. Maybe I'll ask again.

I asked you to stay earlier, forever. You said you couldn't. I asked whether it would make a difference if I cried or not. I didn't actually feel like crying. But maybe it would have made you stay. But it doesn't really matter. The conversation wasn't a serious one, we were both choking back laughter.