And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Thursday, June 29
I suppose I was still bitter & upset about the ordeal this afternoon.
& you didn't make it better when I expected you to call or text, & you didn't (which you were wrong because I did tell you to but you were so absorbed in gaming, you forgot), & then you blamed me for not calling or texting instead.
I think a 'sorry I forgot' would have sufficed very much indeed.