Dear T,

I'm not sure what to make of our conversation about email yesterday. I was panicked that you were just going to tell me to stop emailing you already. You didn't, but the boundaries shifted a little. I worry so much about taking up too much of your time. And at the same time, I really want to feel as if I'm important in your life. I worry that you forget about me. Maybe it's more that I worry that I'm easily forgettable.

I heard from a friend today who was telling me about a gathering with several other friends. I felt hurt for having not been invited too. This same friend stood me up once, because she did forget about me. She's human, and so are you, but it still hurts.

I'm not even sure what I'm saying anymore.