The morning after the fight I was crying. You wouldn't speak to me. I didn't understand why you were so angry. I was trying to help him. But you didn't get it. I wasn't sure how to convince you. I called you anyways.
"Jason," I sobbed into the phone, "please. I didn't mean it. I didn't."
You never answered my call. Looking back now I realize that there was nothing I could've done. It was in your nature to be jealous; angry. And it was in mine to look for love anywhere I could get it.
