Yes! She's like the dryer sheets of my heart! I have to go.
Amy, there was a song I couldn’t get out of my head. Eventually, I realized the song was about you, and like that earworm, I can’t get you out of my heart. So, what I’m trying to say is, you’re my heartworm. The metaphorical kind, not-not the poodle-killing kind.
Amy, if you want to be my girlfriend again, I really want to be your boyfriend. I really want that, too.
Because I love you.