I couldn't sleep last night. I wrote a little then went to bed and lay there in the dark listening to my thoughts mutter through my head like the annoying drip of a leaky faucet. About 3:00am the sound of me crying into my pillow woke Andrew.
He hugged me sleepy and puzzled, "shh, shh... it's okay. What's the matter?"
"I miss Carla."
I don't want her to be gone.
Back when we were just friends Andrew told me that he wanted to be there for me. He told me that if I was feeling bad I could call him. "I don't care if it's 3:00 in the morning the night before a final," he said. I could tell, he meant it, too. So now he's had the chance to show me- 3:00am the night before a final. What a guy.
About This Blog
- Jenny
- Notice that Alex and I have on the same expression in my profile picture. Me: scientist/engineer, aspiring novelist, daring adventurer, animal lover. This is my story.
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