Logical
I just can't be logical about you. When someone brings you up in polite conversation I find myself getting defensive and spacey.
My eyes are suddenly attracted to all aspects of the ground, wood, marble, whatever you name it. It's like my eyes were born to look down and there's nothing even interesting to look at.
It's just that...
I have so much to say and I am tired ... I am just so tired of confiding in a diary instead of you. I need the warmth of a voice comforting me when I cry. It's not enough to just let it all 'out' I want someone to hold me while I do so.
You can't always get what you want.
I called you last night but your dad picked up and said you were indisposed and he asked for my name. And I couldn't give it. I just said I'd call back later but never did. I just held the phone for a long time after I hung up because I promised myself I would never call. It's just for a second, I believed for no apparent reason at all, no evidence, no supporting logic, that you would be happy to hear from me.
I guess I was wrong.
You're Dad asked who it was. And I felt my heart skip a beat because he didn't know it was me, how many girls call you? Did your dad really not know it was me? After you and I were together for all this time he forgot that you were with me. That I was just another girl that his son dated and nothing more. I guess that doesn't matter. I guess that sounded a little too melodramatic. I just guess ...I was hurt because I'm sure you are seeing new people and that is why you're dad didn't know my name.
Because I'm just old news.