December 3, 2004
He called. A day doesn't go by that he doesn't think about me. He thinks about me all the time. He didn't mean to hurt me. He is in a state of confusion and having some sort of mid-life crisis. His job may run out and he'll be looking for work again at the ripe old age of 50. He lives with his brother, even though he has a house in Arizona. He's not settled and is very mad at himself that he's not more financially secure and settled now that he's met me. Can't we be friends without expectations?