Hey, you write so good.
I really like your writings. Do you write often?
No, just randomly when the words spill out.
Hey, where have you been, I kind of missed you.
I am sorry I have been busy.
… Are you still there?
… Listen you could be busy too sometimes?
… Don’t give up on me like that?
Hey, sorry I was tired and so I slept.
Hey friend, you know how much I like our friendship. I never had a friend this good and this close. I think I am never going to get over this friendship.
I think I am falling for you, who wouldn’t fall for a girl as beautiful as you and it is kind of strange because I never felt this way for anyone. I am doing things for you that I never did and I like this feeling.
What is the matter with you? I have my life to live and other things to do besides listening to your depressed talk.
You know we can’t be together forever, I know you’ll understand. I have my obligations to my family and my moral self.
But hey, I still love you and we can be friends as long as you like.
You talk so depressingly, eventually everyone is going to get rid of you.
My fiancé is such a nice and fun girl.
And she thinks we shouldn’t be friends anymore but you deserve much more and you shall get it someday.
(But I was not as depressed as this when you arrived.)