Me : I feel like puking…emotionally puking, you know ?
Her : Yes I do. I know what you mean by that
Me : It’s a form of reassurance, boomerang reassurance, yes.
Her : Boomerang reassurance eh ? Nice.
There can only be one person who can make sense out of all the trash that I spew out, at 2:00 AM, over phone and that’s her.
