I’m really sorry to be calling so late. I was trying not to call at all.

I have no answer to the opposition of giving space against ensuring nothing is left unsaid.

You’d let someone take care of you? I can’t see it.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately; particularly talking with J, which has caused ripples of conversation with friends and family. Its rare, but I definitely let people take care of me. They tend not to try, which is understandable. As K said, I come off as pretty self-reliant.

I really miss being loved and thought about.

I guess that is where the romanticism of wishing for a past love to show up on the doorstep on a rainy day.

Friends tell me that sort of thing really happens outside the movies.