“I really, really hope she’s not standing me up. I sort of hate that she’s unpredictable now. A really big piece of me misses when I was a part of her life. I was her best friend and her lover. She shared her thoughts with me, her hopes, and even her dreams. We dreamed together, we laughed together – I knew every thought she had, every tear she shed. Now I’m an outsider, waiting for her to decide to call me. I miss the days when it wasn’t even a question if I was worth her time.”
