8 July 2008
Some Scars Never Heal - Part 23
He seemed to take his time, mulling over exactly what it was he wanted to say. I waited as patiently as I could, but it was difficult. A million questions raced through my mind, all of them things I’d want to know if I were him. On top of that, though, I had so many questions of my own to ask, so many things I wanted to know about him, now that we were communicating a bit better. But I knew my questions would have to wait. He’d earned the right to go first by not telling me I was a liar and a bitch and slamming down the phone.