A Sudden Fall...into Silence

Just as I was thinking that perhaps it was all going to come together, that my old Bronx sweetheart was actually going to fly out of America for the first time to come see me, that work was picking up and I myself would head out to New York again within a few weeks...all is not as it seems.

Could he have been inebriated when he sent me the message declaring that since I can’t be there and he’s been thinking about it, he’ll fly to me? This week has been a text-less one, though I’ve sent three to him and could probably smack myself right now for becoming that over eager girl, he hasn’t replied to one of them, and when I called (shut up, I can’t be clever and aloof all the time) it rang through to voicemail and I didn’t really know what to say, so my bumbling warbling message was daft and pointless.

Sigh...

Part of being a control freak is that I wish other people would follow through on their words or actions, I’m learning to lessen my grip and let it lie if it seems their intentions don’t match their true feelings. I wonder what if he knows what his true intentions are?