I got stood up hardcore tonight. I hate him. Why does he have to be all five about it? I mean, I broke down and called him tonight and he said that he would come to the comedy thing tonight. He was a little weird on the phone...but he never showed up. fucker. I am sooo done with him.
The real reason I am bumming though, is not having chance. How many times a day do I realize that I love him soooo much? And I could talk to him about anything. This whole robert's death thing...I would be able to talk about that with him. And yet he isn't here. I miss him a lot. Though not nearly as much as I miss my mommy.
"It is only through letting our heart break that we discover something unexpected: the heart cannot break, it can only break open. When we feel both our love for this world and the pain of this world - together, at the same time - the heart breaks out of its shell. To live with an open heart is to experience life full-strength." John Welwood
Mom gave that to me when I saw her for a little bit a week ago. I see her next weekend. I can't wait!