She called last night. I was gone. She left a message. She was at her parents'. I called her back when I got home.
Said she had a feeling something wasn't OK with me. May have had a dream or something. We talked for about an hour and a half. Until her phone died around midnight.
She's not dating anyone. I felt relieved. Why?
Turns out she knows my masseuse. They used to work together in the mall years ago. I knew she looked familiar.
I told her about the blog. Who knows if she'll ever visit. Not a big internet person. I actually read her a couple of the entries about her. Said she was going to cry.
It had been over a year since we'd talked. It was good to catch up. Always is. I'm glad and thankful we're still friends.
Neither of us can believe it's been six years. Nor do either of us know where that time has gone. Anyhow, that's all in the past. We're both different people now. I tell myself. Makes things easier.
She's been burned. It would take something amazing to cause her to ever open her heart again...
"I don't know how I'll get her off my mind, but give me time, and I'll think of something. I can't say today that I'm alright, but by tonight, I'll think of something..."