-I wait for her call. I wait to fall. Somehow, someway, it will go bad. It is how the world goes for me. I think maybe this time things will be different but deep down I know some things were never meant to be in my life. It was fun for a moment and then it was nothing. Yes, this is a preemptive strike, a protective dike I build to stop the flood waters from coming and drowning me. I know it is no way to live but…wait, there is a text on my phone: “You’re a really nice guy but I am really busy now and I don’t have time to pursue a relationship. Take care.” I respond. “I’m busy too with work and training and writing and misadventure. I don’t have time for time. It is better this way.”