I remember you. I remember that when I actually exert myself, you show up. You’re consistent as hell, too. You never take a day off. Exert, pain … extert, pain … exert, pain. That’s how it goes.
But here’s the thing. I like you. I missed you. I want you back in my life, and I’m willing to change just for you, because you remind me that I’m alive and not just a lump. I’m considering friend’ing you on Facebook.