Pul-leeze! You don't talk to me, don't send me flowers anymore, don't come see your kids, and you're going to tell me I don't love YOU???

Dude! Text me if you're online and bored. What, am I supposed to read your mind? If I'm up I'll so be there. Texts are like my Batsignal. Or my Wiana signal. Or whateverthefuck.