My stupid brain kept replaying the conversation with Joshua over and over, trying to make sense out of it, but yeah, I couldn’t. Still can’t. We’re friends. Just friends. And friends don’t freak out when someone doesn’t answer the phone. When I gave up on sleeping, I spent a few hours seriously considering shutting down the phone line, and cancelling my prepaid calling account. The problem with that, though, is that every time I think about not hearing his voice again, my heart feels like it’s cracking. Then, I spent a few more hours trying to figure out what I did that was so horrible that he’d yell at me the way he had, wondering how I can fix it, and if he’ll even give me the chance to try. Ugh. Who am I kidding? We’re not just friends. We’re … well, I don’t know what we are, but just friends isn’t it. The cold hard truth? I’m … attached and I don’t want it to be over, but the question remains: what is it? It’s a little after two o’clock in the afternoon and I’m hiding in my office since Richard’s still home.
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