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"I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said,
"Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"
Oh but you are in my blood
You're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet"
Well, it's about a quarter till 4 on Sunday, and he has yet to call and talk to me. I mean, I figured it would take him a while to call me, but this is ridiculous... More than likely he is playing games, and making me wait... Which is ok, I guess... But it pisses me off...
Sunday lasts for a couple more hours, in which time I can hope that he calls me...I know, I'm pathetic because I'm waiting on him, but well... He said he would, and if he doesn't, he'll get an earfull on Monday...
Please just let him call me... I don't want to fight anymore...