max and i used to be with each other all the time. especially saturdays. he'd wake up, take a shower, and then come over. he wouldn't even waste a second doing something else. he'd usually come over around 2, since he likes to sleep in. i usually wake up around 9, since im used to getting up early. a couple months ago, missy called me at 10 and we planned on going to a movie. i just agreed to go with her, when max called. he wanted to know if it was okay if he came over. i said i was going to a movie with missy, but he could come along. when i got to his house to pick him up he was mad at me. he was in a bad mood and he made me cry. he reprimanded me for making plans on saturday, which was "our day." he wanted it to be about me and him, and nobody else. i understood where he was coming from, and agreed not to make plans involving other peope on saturdays, unless i talked to him first about it. since then, he's had band practice three times on saturdays. one of them being today. and never once has he talked to me about it. he tells me when i ask him when he's coming over. so he probably won't come over until five, hopefully earlier. i dont know, maybe spending time with me is losing it's value. maybe everyone's right, and i do get boring. i just want it to be like it used to be.

but i guess it'll never happen.