Last night's notes left upstairs instead of down, as I was sleeping in the living room... actually, comfortably enough, compared with the alternative....
Several short notes, left in series:
"Hmmmm -- Why is it that you can't even try to "pretend" you like me? It appears to be a funtion of when your motheris in the area??! P.S. I'd like an answer."
"Since you have an addiction to this relationship - ? How do you get over it? I'd really like an answer" (written in the corner margin). "Or - have you ever really considered truly merging our lives? "
"It occurs to me that you probably have noticed (or not) that I have not slept well for several nights - and that you have not expressed any interest nor concern. So - I'm assuming that you have assumed you know all you need to know and that you are on the opposite side of the fence. Seems to me. "
Left in my sink: "Im on tenterhooks. It is quite uncomfortable. "
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