i still can't delete the voicemail that you left me while you were in new york.
you kept on talking about how cute other girls were, and i got really mad.
you always were careless of my feelings like that.
you asked how i'd been, and for me to text or call you when i got the chance.
hearing your voice was... difficult.
maybe that's why i can't bring myself to get rid of it. i would be lying if i said i didn't cherish it.
i wonder how easy it has been to eradicate me from your life.