Dear Anthony,

*insert sentimental music*

I know that's not your real name and I know that you know that we both know who you are.

First of all, I never actually asked you on how well you're going through with your life but from what I heard, sounds like you're doing well. Very well to be exact. I mean you've been busy with your schedule  for the past few days and we don't even have the time to talk. I mean, really talk. The only time is probably when you ask me questions with obvious answers. I don't know if you're bored or you're just really doing a ridiculous effort to get attention. I miss the times where we just babble about anything spontaneously. Now, things have changed and I feel like I don't even know you anymore.

 First, we were like this:

Us, talking wildly XD haha

Now, we're this:

Sad truth.

So, let me ask you this:

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WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!!!!

I hate the way you mock me. It's annoying. It's not the mockery that bugs me, it's how you do it...

"You're so smelly, you smell like flowers!"

Was that even an insult? I don't know. Only you do.

Look, if you're mad at something I did or said just say so. And stop telling me that you're not because I can feel the "anger" deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep down in your heart. Waaaaaaay deeeep.

And what's with the thing where you compliment me and right at the moment where I'm so bashful... You knock me down! What the-- What's your point?!?!!

Why do you build me up Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down  and mess me around
And then worst of all you never call, baby
When you say you will but I love you still
I need you more than anyone, darlin'
You know that I have from the start

I don't get you at all, man.

And you wanna know the worst part?

Out of everything you did that made me feel like I hate you... I still find myself talking to you. Not only that it increases my blood pressure, it also drives me crazy. And I can't help myself not channeling my attention to you because... I adore you.

(What do you mean?)

You know, I enjoy your presence....

(Huh?)

I feel affection...

(I don't get it, Kyla.)

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Oh, you know what I mean...

So build me up, buttercup don't break my heart.

LOVE,