In the morning, she tells you that she wants to be with you. She tells you not to worry, she's made her choice and her choice is you. So she goes home to pick up her stuff and resolve things with her boyfriend. At night, she calls you, saying how difficult it is. She tells you she's staying with her boyfriend, the one who's been taking her for granted for the last five years, the one all her friends say makes her unhappy. She tells you that she can't even pick up the clothes she left at your home because her boyfriend gave her an ultimatum--if she ever comes over to your place, it's over.

And so you pack up her stuff and put it somewhere you can't see. And you pack up the shirt that she bought you yesterday to show you how much you made her happy. And you know, eventually, this too will pass. Much like everything else in your life.

Angry Yellow shall be observing radio silence for a while. Angry Yellow shall be back, eventually.