That’s what I told you earlier. Now look at who’s staring at a monitor at 3am.

How did we get here? How did things change, seemingly, so drastically? You liked me before, why does it feel like that’s in question now?

Is it a contest between me and another woman? Do you just like her more? Have you slept with her? Is it because I slept with you? WHAT IS IT?? Is it too late to press the reset button?

I want to know these things. I want to pick up the phone and ask you right now, at 3:28 am. I want you to reassure me that no, I do still like you and it isn’t any of those things. But of course I won’t do that. I’ll be quiet, sane, respectful and understanding, even though the tears that were stinging my nose are now running down my face. Dammit. I tried to stop them.