After a pause, I continued, "Even though you helped m e before, you have no right to tell me what to do with m y life. If everyone had just minded their own business, then all these things wouldn't have happened. Also, I won't spend my life with someone I don’t even love."
There were just some people in life whom one could never bring oneself to love. From the moment they met up until the moment they separated, love would never exist between them. There would never be a spark.
What I had for Matthew were gratefulness and guilt. There was never love.
When I got home, it was almost noon.
I had just gone back to the bedroom to lie down when I received a call from Cassey. I answered the call and she immediately started screaming angrily, "Wanda Lane, am I your friend or not? I gave you a call yesterday to ask you out for coffee today and you promised, but you haven't been picking up my calls! You could’ve just let me know if you didn't want to go."
I was stunned for a moment and lowered the phone from my ear to take a look. There were indeed several missed calls from her. I was outside talking to Matthew at the time and there were cars on the road,
hence I did not hear it.
I took a deep breath and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry. I went to the hospital when I woke up this morning and forgot about our appointment."
"What's wrong with you? Why did you go to the hospital?" Cassey asked anxiously.
I felt a gush of warmth in my heart. She genuinely cared about me.
I smiled. "I caught a cold and went to the hospital to get some medicine."
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