1. A disease, a disorder, or an ailment.
2. An unwholesome condition: the malady of discontent.
More Emails... And Tongue Ring
Email from Julie (in reply to this email):
Mal~
I am not pushin you to be my friend. I miss talking to you too. I am not always strong, you know that. I am a pile of mush, remember. Last week in the park my feelings were the same as they are now, but you and I both knew that we were not gonna last forever. I did not want to force somethin between the two of us if it was really gonna happen naturally. I did not feel like we were goin to last and I also knew that we were already having problems. The thought of us being together was beautiful, but I just do not think we would have lasted a life time.
This does not mean that I am over you, and this does not mean that I do not miss you. I understand the friends thing. I will be here whenever you are ready. I am getting a pager, and i will give you the number, you call it when you are ready to be my friend if that ever happens.
Julie
Email in reply:
You can call me... anytime. Doesn't matter. I'm surprised you didn't call me back after Thursday afternoon.
I'm still holding hope. Really... I am. Just because I like you so much and all. Because I miss you so much. Because I love you so much. There is the future. Just not the immediate future, you know? Again... If it's supposed to happen... it'll happen... blahblahblah. Dontcha hate cliche terms?
It's still weird not talking to you before I go into work at night or waking up with a cell phone ring. Really weird. Really weird not calling you just to say hi.
Yes... I want to be your friend. I do. But, you see, I also want to kiss you. Or tell you I love you. Or make some flirty comment. And I guess those things just aren't appropriate for "friends".
I wish you'd get a cell phone rather than a pager. But I understand the bill issues and all.
I felt like we were going to last... that it wouldn't be easy and all. That there were stresses outside the two of us. When you move out, maybe that's the time to possibly start over. Maybe not. I don't know. Hell... I have no idea what's going to happen tomorrow... let alone a year from now.
I still need you... regardless of relationship status. I feel like I've lost my best friend. Actually... I have.
Mal
Yes? No? Maybe? I dunno...
Julie? Would you confuse me some more please??? I don't get this. You broke up with me. But you're the one who called first.
OTHER NEWS:
Got the tongue ring. Hurt like a bitch... Probably because the chick had to pierce me twice. My gawd... I moaned and groaned an... Whew! I came close to breaking Laura's hand... I was squeezing it so hard! Now my tongue is all swollen and I'm pretty much sticking to ice cream and soup... when I eat, of course. I need a much shorter bar... The one I have now is killing me. Doesn't fit very well in my mouth. But I have to wait for at least three weeks before I can change it out. La de da... That's it.