The last 3 letters of the spring

I want to get a dog and name it Bill
Yes, I watched that movie
No, we don't have to talk about the future Right Now
Of course, I am ALSO scared
And yes, I am sure
It doesn't matter anymore, time did heal us <both>
The guy? kinda gay. He brought me back to life, but yk as friends ofc
You said you were happy; I tried not to overthink
New York sounds nice
I don't wanna know if you’re fucking someone else <you asked>
I don't remember how you taste
I can’t even see your face, yk, when I close my eyes 
yk, when he’s there, inside
I want him always: stroking out, looking straight into my soul 
crashing down, but yk, as friends ofc
So, how’s New York? The soul—still missing? or perhaps, it stayed with me in the
before
It was all in my head, ofc I understand, you need time, more?
Take as much as you want <I’ll wait>
Not jealous, no
They aren’t me, I know 
Laughing at your jokes, aren’t they? It must be just your wallet or stupid silly style
None of it? the look on your face, my nightmares, the midnight texts, it wasn’t yours to give away, 
just saying <you're being invasive>
I might have been afraid—in the end it’s nobody’s fault
Just some mutually exclusive loss
<I’ll see you around> ofc, but
I’m moving away, very, very far away, for good this time
What's wrong? Oh, I see <We’ll figure it out>
No, I am not going to act on it <I know, I know, it was a joke, but>
There is no right way to grieve
<sometimes I don't want to be here> I just need some sleep, I think
I can't read your mind, you'll have to say it
I am <not the one> but I have enough for two
<It’s not just fear> you’re right
My friend? just someone passing by, nothing like that; kisses soft, his arms honeyed
simultaneously dying a little death unknown to others, but yk as friends ofc 
How’s New York? My hand soothing yours—it's gonna be alright
<I am still here> but
I am busy this week
I am busy next month
Right now? Sorry, can’t tonight
Your birthday? right…I forgot
If you want to do it, you should
<I stand by my decision> to leave?
I've done some pretty dumb shit
There is no right way to grieve
Tomorrow works fine
I don’t want to talk. I have nothing to say
How’s New York? <raining here, cold>
Prague’s ok, crowded
I didn’t get you anything
Friday? Next? 
Go if you want. I’ll move on.