You know, Tony and Cindy are dating again. There is only one thing that bothers me: he lied to me about it and just said that they were close.What. Is it because I only cried to him about my failure of a relationship with Dave that he feels he cannot speak with me of such things? Does he think I'm that vulnerable? Dave and I were deeper than they were. This was not some stupid, flash in the pan, waste of an experiment.
This was a relationship that means the world to me right now, one that I tend to delude myself about still existing when I'm wishing I was elsewhere, one that almost made me turn left instead of going up the road so that I could drive up to Albany and plant myself outside his apartment until he gets the point, one that makes me wish I could be so lucky as to hit the wrong button when searching for someone's number on my cell phone just so that I can hear his voice before I forget what it sounds like.
One that makes me love and hate when I listen to John Mayer's spoken voice through bootlegs off Aimster. They sound the same.
One that makes me smile.
Oh, I'm out of the cast now. That's one good thing for today.
