Kisses, and the stars in your eyes.

OH MY FUCKING LORD.

So yeah, some things never change.

You, of all people, show up in my messages, and start asking about things that were put to rest a decade ago.

Fuck off, dude. I literally JUST started the director's cut thing on the blog, and spent like all of yesterday correcting myself on how much you've changed, and you're here fucking around and trying to get me to validate you behind your boyfriend's back. That's not my job anymore, and it's not something I'm huge on doing either.

AND NOW I'M DOING IT ANYWAY. WHAT THE FUCK.

Though to be honest, this has perked me up. I mean, it's obviously just crescendo time, but hey.

So I'm going to turn this around on you, yo. If you wanna talk about a bunch of super intense shit that hasn't mattered for years, and act like there was some point or meaning there, while I'm coincidentally writing about how nothing has fucking changed, you can tell me about how you deal with nothing having fucking changed for you either.

Oh man. Miss me with that soulmates shit. Maybe the joke is kinda over for me? It *is* still a joke, no? You reeally want to get into that? You reeeally don't think that's maybe something we should have outgrown?

Here you go then, have my soul.

And then try to find an appropriate response to it. Because you know me so well, you truly do. And you know that there isn't going to be a response you can provide that works.

But I'll give you credit where it's due - you did pretty good, even if we both know it's meaningless. The meaning doesn't matter. Maybe I was right after all in saying you've changed a bit.

Either way, despite the shock and shudder that I initially felt, I wish nothing but the best for you, luv. Me? Well, I'm just going to fall in love and die every minute of every day.