You remember our texts a few weeks ago when he told me that he was having surgery. And, he didn't tell me when.
Well, through the grapevine, I found out that he basically had surgery a few days after we texted (ever so briefly). I also heard through the grapevine that he was having a REALLY hard time of it.
Part of me wanted to leave it alone....... "Oh well. You could have my support, but you're choosing not to and you hurt me and screw you."
Then, there's the other part of me that just wanted to tell him that I hoped he felt better. Because, I care about him and don't want him in any kind of pain.
Want to guess which part won?
In my defense, Gina said I could.
I even let her approve of the "Get Well" card before I sent it. Because, I'm cool like that.
I honestly and truly expected no response.
I was ok with this. Again, the only reason I wanted to send it was because I wanted him to feel better.
Back me up on this, Gina.
So, tonight, I logged onto Facebook. A few minutes later, I was working in another window and I noticed the little "You Have A Message" thing flashing at me.
I switched back and saw this............