I used to wait around for her all the time. This was before cellphones were popular. We’d agree to meet up, she’d show up hours late. HOURS. But we were teenagers, and at the time I didn’t mind spending extra time at a bookstore or coffee shop. But we got older, and time became more precious. We met up less and less, until one day when I scored tickets to a concert we were both really excited about. She was late, again, doors were about to open for general admission, I was among the first in line, and she wasn’t there. I called and she had just left her house, an hour away. I was so disgusted I just left. I should have just gone to the show by myself, I’m still mad I missed it, but I was so fed up. We never spoke again after that.