I don't know what to make of it.
She was mad at my intrusion, my insistence that there was a way to find time together somehow no matter how busy we were. Mad that I asked relationship questions while she was in the store. Did not reply to the short note I wrote that night.
I called her this afternoon, she was busy with friends, but took it in a completely different manner. It was short, but no big deal. Maybe she'll call tonight if it's not too late.
No matter how many times I hear that, I keep believing it is possible.
She's mad, she's not mad.
She's driving me mad.
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