Blog Post 470
I Hate to Say It...But I'm Unsure About It All You called me up late at night, asking me if I could come and see you, thinking nothing of it, hoping I'd say yes, but the reality is that the call was never meant to happen. You only reached out to see if I was still alive, and when I picked up, I could hear the heavy breathing on the other side as if there was more to the call than you let on. So I asked what it was you wanted, only to hear back nothing. I hung up the call, only to hear a knock at my door, asking who it was, only to find out it was you. You asked me if you could come in, knowing I had no idea how you even got to me. You seemed so scared as if you had just seen a ghost. I asked if you were okay, and you just looked at me as if you didn't know who I was. It was so unclear as to what was happening, but I knew you being here in front of me could only mean one thing, and unfortunately, I still didn't have an answer for you. I'm sorry for making you drive o...