Pizza.

I wish you were clever enough to read this note and identify yourself.But the thing is that you are not,and Im not calling you stupid or anything,cause you are not stupid,its just that if you identify your self with this note,well it wouldnt be you.Or at least not the you that I have on my mind,the you that talks in a funny way,the you that misses me,and the you that I miss. Its a weird you,a weird feeling Its not love,I think,or I hope. Its not friendship.Its just random. But I guess I like it like that,random as it is,with our fights,with our conversations,with our things. You know,this girl told me a story about you and a pizza.I liked that story.I liked being in it,I like random,I guess. And I like you being in it. Being in my random