But she didn’t come. Maybe she was too busy to find the time to see me, I mused. But three months was far too long a gap. Even if she couldn’t come to see me, she could at least pick up the phone and call. She’d forgotten all about me, I decided. I wasn’t important to her, after all. That hurt, as if a small hole had opened up in my heart. She never should have said that she might come again. Promises – even vague ones like that – linger in your mind.

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