WHY, by Scott Mitchell

It’s another lonely weekend that I want to call her, but I can’t. Why? Why do all of these other guys get to feel loved, missed, and wanted, but not me? Why can’t I call her? She say’s that she’s spending the weekend with her kids and since they don’t know about me YET, she doesn’t want to let them hear her talking to me. Come on, couldn’t she just tell them that I’m “mommy’s friend.” Couldn’t she tell me a specific time to call, and be in the bathroom or bedroom when I call so that we can talk for a few minutes over these long ass weekends? Why doesn’t she want to talk to me as much as I want to talk to her?? I’d make time for her. No matter what, I would make time for her! Why doesn’t she at least send me an e mail to let me know that she’s thinking of me and missing me like I’m thinking about, and missing her? Is she missing me and thinkng about me?? Why does this always happen to me? Why can’t I ever find someone that will truly love me? Someone who will know how bad it hurts to feel like this and never want me to feel that way? Someone who would do the same things for me that I would do for them?
Don’t I deserve that? Why can’t her actions match her words? WHY!!! She says that she loves me, but this isn’t love, is it? I’m just so lonely without her.
Damn, these hours are going so slowly. I love her, but I hate the way she treats me sometimes. Why can’t I just call her? Why won’t she just write? Why? Damn Lisa, WHY!

Scott Mitchell
P..O. Box 901
Leavittsburg, OH. 44430

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