InsaneJournal

Something for you when you're sober. No reply expected.

I made you do the legwork the first time because I was upset and mad. I was upset you had left. I was mad that I didn't know what to feel. I was mad that smoking a cigarette came before the thought of coming to see me and show me you had your leg back. The second time, I was in shock and could barely move. It took until you knocked for me to quit sitting there looking like a stunned goldfish.

Kids, no kids, normal life or whatever the hell passes for normal around here - I hope things go well for you here. I know they can. You're not insane, I'm just not properly socialized and I have no idea what I'm doing, for myself, when it comes to matters of the heart. You're a catch and eventually you'll find yourself a girl worth it.