But when it comes to the third day and I still haven’t seen more than a passing glance of him, I’ve had about enough. I know I screwed up a bit, pulling a classic Aspen and shutting down immediately post-hookup. I also know I haven’t done shit to broach the subject about what happened the other night because I really don’t know how. But I also know I can’t keep living like this: two ships passing in the night like the other doesn’t exist.
