I always hope that you do believe me when I tell you that I miss you. Dropping food when eating is just not that fun anymore. There isnt anyone who gets as disgusted openly and there isnt anyone who tells me how stupid I actually am. I also realize now the pretense of being smart only didnt work with you (though you fell for it too in the begining). On the contrary many people still seem to think I am quite smart. I quite hate this fact. I just want to sing senseless songs with you and have some cheese chilli toast, some spicy pani puri. Is it too much to ask for.