I don't want to sound like I'm some sort of fool for love. But I can't hide what I am. The smallest things get me mad now. The other day, you decided to call me and ask how everything was. I was honestly speechless, too excited at the fact that you decided to call me to talk. After speaking for a few minutes, you ask if you can call me back, I made the mistake of letting you go. She says "I'll call you later ok?".....Who knew later could be so long.
Minutes turned to hours and the hours turned into days. Here I am, waiting for you to call. And I'm pretty sure you don't have the slightest clue of what you did to me, and what you will do to me. You know what? It's not okay.
You're killing me, Maryanne.
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