Angel, I Hardly Knew YouPosted: September 7, 2007
My Dearest Angel,
Don’t fret, baby. It’s not you. It’s me.
I’m the jealous type. When the first couple calls came in, I was OK with that. But then they just kept coming and coming and coming. More than 15 calls at this point.
I’ve always been about sharing, Angel, but this is taking it to the extreme. I can’t do it anymore, baby.
I’ve tried to call. But you aren’t there for me. Lord knows where you are — or, um, what you’re doing, but you tell me you’ll be there when I call, and you’re not.
You tell me you want me to call, and then you hang up on me.
I was only trying to help you, baby. I was only trying to give you the information you needed.
Despite that I’m the jealous type, I was still willing to give you all the phone numbers I had for you. I even got a call today. And that’s what sent me over the edge.
It’s not that I don’t care about you, Angel. I do. You’re a, um, working girl — so to speak. I respect that. You’re in business for yourself. I respect that. I wanted to help you out. But you didn’t respect that about me. And that’s causing me heartache, baby.
The brief time we shared on the phone was so encouraging. But, in the long run, it seems, we weren’t just meant to be any more than two people with very similar phone numbers.
Don’t worry about me, Angel. It’ll take some time, but I’ll be OK.