I fucking miss you. You miss me. This isn't right. Just fucking come home. There's no reason for you to stay there anymore. You say you want to come back to NY (you've been saying it for months now), then DO IT. Stop getting my hopes up. Stop making me be the only one to try to get you here. You weren't here for my birthday, or yours. The only thing that stopped you was you being too stubborn to take a bus here. Seriously, it's a choice between a keeping your tv/shipping your stuff to my apartment and being miserable for the rest of your life. You said you wanted things to work out this time. Well, when you want me and actually are willing to come back to NY instead of staying miserable, you know where I am.
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