I'm not sure what to think, I've gone through every possibility and it all concludes the same: I've been stood up tonight. That can't be possible though. We talked on the phone, messaged, sent those stupid little poems and...I just keep staring at the table, the empty plate, the tablecloth. I made the reservations weeks ago, this is such a high-class resturant. I just can't understand what went wrong. I think I might actually feel a little...Sad. Pathetic...So I order a drink.
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