hi. how are you anne? it's been so long since we've spoken - almost a month now. my fault. i went away. i'm not sure why - but i knew it would happen - but i kind of miss having you listen. its really selfish of me. but you seemed to understand my situation with romeo best.
last night was my step mothers birthday party. so i spent time with the family, but came home early - about a quarter to ten...and on my machine, was romeo. crying. crying his pretty little heart out. begging me to call - so i did. all he said was 'please come pick me up' inbetween gasps. so i did. the whole drive over i cursed myself for always being there for him - that is the only friendship i have that i give completley. all i do is give. maybe deep inside i still want to fix him.
i pick him up. and he just cries. he sits on my couch, clutching a pillow with mascara running down his cheeks - telling me the story about the girl he fully fell in love with - it took him two hours to get the whole story out - i kept thinking she was going to have died somehow, he was so upset. Slightly ridiculious. He'd get so dramatic at times, i'd have to hide my face from the giggle. and i felt bad about that. he was genuinely hurting - my only fear was his constant talk of death - romeo, such a romantic. but i listened. and i took him home.
it was a strange night. he keeps calling - i told him i'd be here to listen at any time. I wish he would listen to me sometime. i wish i missed you.
