I called you up while I was sitting in front of the building with my friends.
I just kept on complaining and whining that I lost my ID.
I've looked everywhere and I can't find it.
People kept telling me that it's okay, maybe someone might be able to see it and return it to the lost and found section of our college.
So I called to hear what you would say.
So I talked and talked and you were quiet on the other line.
When I stopped speaking, all you said was, "Do you want to get some chocolate sundae later?"
At that moment, my almost permanent frown turned into a sheepish smile.
But I wasn't happy because of the chocolate sundae.
But because the thought that I'd be able to see you and be with you after a long, depressing day is so comforting.
I want those moments back so bad.
I want you back.