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It's been almost two months.

The last time we talked, he told me that he was getting into a business school and that he was psyched.

That he had gotten my Valentine's Day card and that it had made me giggle and grin like an idiot.

That he loved me lots and lots.

And now...

I don't know what to think.

"Look, I don't know what is going on with you. I'm a tad mad and irritated as hell at the moment. Why hve you just suddenly dropped off the face of the earth? I don't get it. You aren't online, and you won't call or answer your phone, and it's not dead from what I can tell. I'm worried but moer frustrated at this point.


What are you not telling me?

I don't know what it is. All I want to know is what has happened to make you not talk to me. Was it something I did? Something that you did? Ian, it's getting rather absurd. Don't I have the right to know what has happened to you?"

That was the last thing I said to him.

And finally he answers, leaving me me an offline message on Aim. Not even a damn phonecall. Worst is that I missed him by thirteen minutes.

"I run from my problems. Facing you is a problem."

...

I don't even know what to think anymore.