Loneliness

I need somebody to be there, and probably more regularly than any guy wants to be. And he's made it perfectly clear he doesn't want to be there. I don't want to be alone, and I have no good reason why. And he's good at being there, even when he doesn't mean to be -- I guess especially when he doesn't mean to be. Because he wouldn't, if it were intentional. He's just a guy, and he doesn't want to be the guy, and articles are important, especially when I'm so tired that everything seems vitally important. Based on the quantity of chocolate I've imbibed lately I'm PMSing, if I ever had a period. This is all hormones, probably. But still.