Hi

Hi.
Can you talk to me, please? Can you tell me how much you miss me and how special I am? Let me know of all the little ways I give you butterflies and how much you love to see me smile?

What? No? You can't?
Whats that? Oh Ayesha? Yeah lets cry over her again. No, it's okay. I understand, yes, I get it. No, no I don't mind. Its perfectly fine. Go ahead and talk about how special she is. How she gives you butterflies. How you love to see her smile.
I'll just wait here until you're done.
Or until someone better comes along.

Because you see, you're leaving a whole lot space at the top, even when you could easily fill it all out.
Cause I know, you're gold.