He will be catching a flight on December 5. He hopes that I care enough to see him before then, because he does want to see me and have a talk with me. He won't be coming to the play, he's too sick.
He ruined my day, with a 20 second voice-mail.
I want to pretend that the smile's real, but my eyes burn and I can't stop thinking about it.
Two weeks.
I'm not strong enough for this...
