It has been 17 days since we last talked. You said that you would tell me what D.C. was like when you actually got there, but you never did. You also said you were going to visit the next weekend, However, you never called or texted to confirm that fact and so that weekend came along and instead I sang the national anthem for our local triple A baseball game and spent the day in Albany looking for apartments. I did indeed find one. But I don’t think you know that fact. Because we haven’t talked.
I don’t know what I should say past that fact that if I don’t hear from you by August I think I’m going to cut my losses and give up. I’ve made an effort, but what we have is no longer the friendship we had. We can’t just talk and be happy with each other any more. Perhaps it is time for us to say it’s the end. Not that I though that would ever happen.
So this is kind of goodbye. There’s still 3 weeks left. I’m not telling you this in person. I don’t have to do that anymore. I have been the one to ask how your day was for 2 months, you can do it now if it matters to you. I wish you the best if it doesn’t because I don’t hate you. I miss you, but I’m not dealing with how awful I feel all the time from it.