y. I laugh at myself. I scream at myself. I pour myself another rum and ginger ale and start searching for any hidden cigarettes. I drink and smoke and of course you never call me back.<br />
A few hours later we meet again the same way we met the first time, online. For some strange reason, I feel guilty for not being a better friend to you and I instant message you to apologize.<br />
"When you confided in me, I reacted as your lover, not as your friend, and obviously you needed a friend," I typed.<br />
