The worst part is I know only one person who ever would be there, standing in front of my house grinning fiercely (yes, fiercely) in the middle of the afternoon. However the last time we (Pinchy and I) came in face to face proximity was about as fun as a semester at Bovine University. I still can't bring myself to communicate with him since then because I really don't want to. And that simple fact makes me miserable.
I can't stand to think of our friendship as "Over".
And it's midnight, and if I walked outside right now, I'd still scan for his car, and I'd still frown to not see it.