Breathe, Marley. Breathe.
Ive been standing here for quiet awhile now, almost an hour; in the exact place we had agreed too. Hes not coming. I want to cry, because i know he has stood me up, but just a part of me wants to wait alittle longer, wait to see if hes just fashonably late. or may even go caught in trafic late. Anything, just as long as he shows up.
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"Oh fuck off!" i sigh as i leave my place on the street, walking away from where he said he would meet me, but never did. I was just stood up by Michael. And he thought he could get away with it? Thats it. Im done.
