Great Coincidences of the 21st Century

...Or just my life.

Last night I was watching the movie Like Crazy (Spoiler: it was bland). In the movie there is a long-distance couple who met years before, but one lives in England and the other in Los Angeles. They text each other, while the other is with a different significant other at the time saying how much they miss each other and what not. Yada yada. So, of course, I started thinking about P. I think about him often, yes, but it's not like a yearning. He just slips into my train of thought from time to time. So, anyway, speak -or think- of the devil... he texted me. It was 4:30 in the morning and we hadn't talked since that time we saw each other for 60 seconds outside my house one morning. You know, so lo and behold, I just so happened to be watching a movie that made me think of him at 4 o clock in the morning, and he contacts me.

His text said, "This is horrible." So I asked him what was going on. He said he was sitting with a friend who was complaining about losing the love of his life and "I figured I may have done this to you." He strikes me with such blows sometimes... I consoled him, that he *is* good enough. Because I do believe that. There was a time when I didn't, but people change sometimes... and maybe he has. He told me to listen to Love's Been Good to Me by Johnny Cash, and I HATE (but secretly love) that he uses songs to say how he feels because I do the same thing. We all know this, what with my 7-hour playlist I have dedicated to him, though I'd never show it to him. So the conversation for the next hour or so before I passed out was about how he is content with what has happened in the past and now he doesn't have the lifespan to worry about what may come of the future. I'm not sure if he's serious or if he's trying to get a reaction out of me, but he said he may only have 2-10 years to live due to possible but probably inevitable kidney or liver failure. The health issues related to drinking is something he has told me about before, years ago. But I told him how there are solutions to those. There is dialysis and transplants. He said he doesn't want to be hooked to a machine and drinkers don't get transplants or something, but I told him he could always quit drinking. He said he's tired and content with death, with which I responded he's much too young to feel that way... We talked about my cousin a bit. Asked each other how our days were. And then I passed out.

It's just so weird. I can't be the love of his life. He doesn't even know my favorite color or my middle name. He doesn't really know anything about me because he never cared to find out. Maybe I'm just the only girl he's dated that wasn't crazy (I've seen his exes; I used to creep them on Facebook). I don't know. I don't want to think too far into it.