I light up a cigarette as I wait for your reply. I place it in my mouth, sparking it with my lighter, taking long and smooth drags on it. Just as I blow out my third drag of the cigarette, the chat screen makes a small noise, signifying that somebody is talking to me. I click back on over to your chat box and I roll my eyes at your reply. You always have to act 'cool' with me. I decide not to argue with you, considering we've both had enough of that to last us a lifetime.<br/><br/><strong>Not a lot, you know, the usual. How have you been? Is the rest of the band missing me? I'd love to come and watch you guys practice sometime, like I used to? When can I come along?</strong><br/><br/>I hit enter, knowing that I shouldn't be talking to you. Half of me is wanting to piss Adam off, but the other half truly misses you and all the time we spent together. The spontaneous trips, the gigs, even just curling up at home with a DVD and a take-away. I loved every minute I spent with you, we completed each other.