I slept that night, feeling sad, crying on the inside. I didn't think she was too, so when I woke up, I sent an asshat text and went back to sleep. It hurt her. I knew it did, and I was afraid for when she would call. When she did, I pushed it too far. I didn't intend to, she's a delicately balanced person and i'm a stump on the ground, I thought, unfallable and unmovable. Turns out, I let my emotions all over the street. I cried in front of 40 people walking and 400 people driving down University when she called.
I'm going through lent again. This time, I'm not going to let her get in the way like last time.
Starting at Midnight, in One Hour, and forty minutes, my lent begins.
Forty Days and 0 hours, 0 minutes