You Don't Have To Say You're Sorry

More so than ever, lately my thoughts have gone to my lovely cousin/former bestfriend, Roland. Does he think about me as I think of him? At all?! I wonder ... Ok, I was the one who ended our so-called friendship, telling him to stop calling me, if he was not willing to be a vessel of support in my getting back to Toronto ... This had been a long time coming, too, and no easy task on my part. He had vistited me every time he came to town, but maybe once when I simply wasn't having it, but the visiting and ocassional phone calls about nothing .... what was that really saying about the depth of our attachment? It certainly has not been a straight foward sort of thing ....