i let myself believe untruths despite my better judgment because they made me feel good. a little bit special.
but today i just feel cut. perhaps it's a small thing, but if i've walked all the way into town, tried to call 8 times (you said to call just in case you weren't awake), text 3 times and knocked on your door, after being asked to do so, presumable because you like to spend time with me?... it's usually polite to 'be' there... or at least not wherever it is that you are.