“If you said you missed me,” he said, “and I told you that I missed you too, do you think we could do it over?”

“And I’m not saying we’d work,” he murmurs, “I know that we probably won’t.”

“But logic doesn’t mean I don’t miss you,” he says. “And right now I don’t give a damn about what logic has to say. Just tell me you miss me and I swear I’ll coming running. Tell me you miss me and we can fall all over again.”