Is That Writing I See on the Wall?
It's a lovely spring evening. I'm sitting out on my balcony, swathed in my Snuggie because there's still the slight chill in the air that comes as winter slowly concedes to the new season. Obviously my laptop is on my lap, and over the rooftops in front of me I can see beautiful pinks and greys of the setting sun. I also have tears silently streaming down my face. When I last blogged, I was all upset over how things had seemed to change. I wish I could say that things have gotten better, but they have not. There has been practically no flirting whatsoever. No funny pictures sent to me, almost no simple "good morning" or "good night" texts. Today, in spite of me texting him twice, I have not heard from him. He's had time to play several rounds of Trivia Crack, though. Two night ago we got into a political discussion via text. Now there are two key things to remember about he and me, and politics. First, we are not of the same party. Secondly, ...