I hate that I still love you.

"Still."
Like I ever stopped.

We are so similar. We both thought Miracle at St. Anna would be an incredible movie and were equally disappointed. We save movie stubs. We are enthralled by the stars behind his house. We simultaneously let go of each others' hands at the precise moment at the end of the movie when the lights started to come back up. We suck equally at Rock Band. We duke it out through Super Smash Bros. on Travis' Wii. When we were wandering around in Best Buy looking at movies, you said you heard that Casablanca was overrated. I agreed. Musically, we agree on the dominance of U2, The Killers, Coldplay, and I daresay other bands too. We both want MacBooks and are true to our friends. We hate being used and double-crossed. I think I could talk to you all day or never talk to you again.