I sat on my futon and ate the bowl of noodles I had made with a feeling of odd success. I had sent Melanie a ton of text messages and voice mails, all on the same subject. Here are some, just to name a few: _You know you want me back_ _I love you, and I know you do too._ _You can go up to my place any time ;)_ _You are just jealous that I can go out with any girl in this school._ _I'm not jealous about you and that putz, Ryan_ _You are missing me._ I text and mailed that and many more. I don't know why I felt so successful and all, though. I'm not even sure whether or not I cause a positive or negative effect. Only one way to find out. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/30202