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The text read as follows:
"Thanks a lot Mike, I don't know what I was thinking? Your just like everyone else"

Now I've glued the cell phone to the palm of my hand thinking that if in fact he did call, I'd be able to answer quicker. Confusing situations have a way of putting things into perspective I believe. This tradgedy ( totally exaggerated but what can I say? I'm dramatic) definatly will color all of my future interactions with him...meaning I've already given him a second chance and he didn't have any room to slip. So, he can just take a new number and get back to the end of the line cause I'm not letting him cut in front anymore.
It doesn't matter now what was said before, and how we just "cliked" a few days before this one.

I've come to notice that words are superflious(sp?) and I don't trust any of them. The sweet tone that came flowing from his throat was initiated by thoughts of lonliness and boredem. If ever he had a chance for another I wouldn't hear anything at all, and our conversations would be silence.

Sometimes I wonder that with all the knowledge we have, and all the statistics of relationships...why bother?
"It is better to be wounded than to always walk in armor" <--- who could ever tell which is better??