It's been some time since high school but you haven't been able to stop thinking about Me. I was your dream girl back then, but now it's developed into an unhealthy addiction. You were always just a "friend" to Me. You listened to My guy problems, helped Me shop, and paid for everything for Me that you could. All done with the hope that maybe one day, I would finally see the "nice guy right in front of Me"! Your wife recently left you, you're still working the same **** end job, and hanging out with the same people going nowhere. You have nothing going for you. And every night, when you're alone, you find yourself looking at My page. After years and years of obsessing over Me, and wallowing in your own loneliness, you've finally mustered up the courage to call up your old highschool dream girl and finally ask the question that's been on your mind for years.