Logan.
Logan isn't coming... He called me this morning, and we were both in such good spirits... it was the weekend. He was supposed to come...
"Okay, I'm going to get my brakes fixed, and I'll call you when I'm on the road." Okay, no problem. I wait, I wait. I wait. I come home, there's a message on my answering machine from him, asking me to call, saying he loves me. There was something in his voice that already told me the outcome.
I called. No answer. I called later. No answer. I called again, the final time. He picked up. He called the house phone.
"I can't make it---my car won't make it."
'Oh... don't worry about it.' <--- Come on, we all know my automatic response.
"I just can't do it. I can't leave San Diego. It's too hard. I have too much to take care of to leave---my car, my tickets, my mom and dad and Adam."
'Well... I guess it's kind of a good thing I miscarried, then...' I responded numbly.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "It's just impossible."
JD says: "I don't know about you, but I would have found a way. A plane, a bus, a train, taxi... When I decide I want something I make sure I make it happen. It's only impossible if you give up..."
Maybe... it's only impossible if you don't really want it... I'm feeling so many mixed emotions, I don't know how to feel.
Broken hearted
Used
Despair
Ugly
Lonely
Stupid
Hurt
Pained
Numb
Panic
Sick
Stressed...
So many more, too...
"Okay, I'm going to get my brakes fixed, and I'll call you when I'm on the road." Okay, no problem. I wait, I wait. I wait. I come home, there's a message on my answering machine from him, asking me to call, saying he loves me. There was something in his voice that already told me the outcome.
I called. No answer. I called later. No answer. I called again, the final time. He picked up. He called the house phone.
"I can't make it---my car won't make it."
'Oh... don't worry about it.' <--- Come on, we all know my automatic response.
"I just can't do it. I can't leave San Diego. It's too hard. I have too much to take care of to leave---my car, my tickets, my mom and dad and Adam."
'Well... I guess it's kind of a good thing I miscarried, then...' I responded numbly.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "It's just impossible."
JD says: "I don't know about you, but I would have found a way. A plane, a bus, a train, taxi... When I decide I want something I make sure I make it happen. It's only impossible if you give up..."
Maybe... it's only impossible if you don't really want it... I'm feeling so many mixed emotions, I don't know how to feel.
Broken hearted
Used
Despair
Ugly
Lonely
Stupid
Hurt
Pained
Numb
Panic
Sick
Stressed...
So many more, too...