To you:
you're just an immature nob. I did love you, and did care about you and was sorry for ending it, and even wanted to talk to you just to see how you were .... but now I don't. After THAT. I don't give a shit. And I'm not the only person who thinks you're a twat either. I have a list of names if you're wanting them
To
you:
I'm really missing you. Sometimes, especially in the night, there's nothing I want more than to be in your arms and close to you. I keep all your nice texts and all your lovely online messages and I read them over and over again, and remind myself of how wonderful you are and how lucky I am to have you.
To you.
Stop nagging me, for goodness' sake!! You say I'm not working hard in French, but have you noticed all the French revision posters on the wall? All those spider diagrams? All my pens and paper running out? Grrrrr!