Thoughts of an unsuccessful, never married, late middle-aged, likely terminally ill, American man who recently became an amputee.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
First, the Loser missed her. Then, he missed hearing from her, talking about things on the phone, planning the next time they'd meet. Then he missed emails. (She was smart and wrote good ones.) Now he misses the fact of getting messages from someone who likes him in that way, proof that she was thinking of him.