Maybe I create un-needed drama in my life.
Maybe I look for bad shit in the most innocent of places.
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Alfred called me. He went home from the bar early... he missed me.
Maybe this boy really does love me and I am too foolish to realize... or too scared to accept it.
I may never know.
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All I do know is this:
I love this boy. He is my world. And I feel just a teensy bit beter knowing that he missed me enough to call me up tonight even though I had told him he didn't need to.