meant to be

haunted (extra dramatic in tipsy state of mind) by recent missed chances with the fuckwit, i thought i won't let it happen this time, with puppy dog eyes. so i called to make sure he knows i'm not discarding him, to counter the effects of a missed lunch that he thought was a date and i thought was a group activity. this time, i won't miss fate.
no answer.

there could be any number of reasons, asleep, dead, uninterested, confused. woevvah. fate works both ways, and some chances are perhaps meant to be missed.
all that remains is a missed call. not remotely dramatic and already fading into the past.