SO, the last I left you, it was Friday night-Saturday morning and I had not heard from Karen after she had texted me, asking me if I sent her flowers because she got a call from a delivery company saying there was a package at her place.
I was thinking the worse all day Friday and Saturday. “what if her roommate saw the flowers first and told her that she can’t talk to me again” “I really messed up this time. What if I never hear from her again. Not only would I lose a potential future wife, but a close friend.” My heart was breaking. I sent her a couple of text messages Friday and Saturday. She finally responded to my text Saturday night.
J: u mad at me?
K: *shakes head* nope
Sunday, like I always have done, sent her a text in the morning
J: morning
K: good morning
I didn’t hear from her the rest of Sunday.
Monday came around. I was trying to be positive. She would call me today and everything would be ok.
3pm came around…3;30pm past and she never called.
Monday night… she didn’t call. I just about gave up hope. For the last 5 months, we had talked every week day night except when she wasn’t feeling well and on these times, she would send me a text letting me know she wasn’t feeling well.
Monday night I went to bed with tears on my pillow.
I did not hear from her Tuesday afternoon either and at this point, I was leaning on a fellow blooper *wave* THANKS OLIVIA, for emotional support.
Tuesday night (wed morning) 10 past midnight, I was on my computer with my cel on my stomach as I’m leaning back in my big office chair I have in my room and the phone rings.
I knew it would be Karen but totally unsure of what to expect.
K: how are ya?
J: ummm ok?
J: If you knew the thoughts I was thinking the last few days you'd probably yell at me.
K: so I should yell at you then?
I told her how I felt the last few days. I told her some of my thoughts I was thinking.
K: Jonathan, you worry waaaay toooo much
J: I worry because I love you
K: suuurrre. (quickly says after that, in a cute tone) awww, I know.
Thursday night she told me she had a stomach ache. I figured it was because of something the roommate said to her.
Tuesday she explained to me that she really did have a stomach ache and when she got home, she went to bed and didn’t feel better till late Saturday and she had left her phone in her coat pocket. She charged it up Saturday evening which is when she had got my text messages and responded to the “are you mad at me” late Saturday night. She told me that she had plenty of laundry and other chores to do Monday, which included her having to go to the library to drop off a book. which is why she never called me. She had a lot in her mind.
She said that she was so stressed out from the weekend, when she got to work Monday (she works at a group home) she went on a cleaning spree to relieve all her stress. and then Tuesday, she continued by volunteering to cut tennis balls in half so they could put on the bottom of chairs etc. keep in mind, she's a little nothing and she was cutting through 2 inches of rubber
She went on to tell me that she got my mom’s valentine day card and had to open it. Not that she didn’t believe me but she just had to see for herself. Usually when someone. Does this, they’re pulling her leg and so when she read the card, she was on the floor laughing. She couldn’t help laugh about it again, and hearing her laugh, makes the world all good again.
As far as the roommate and his response to the flowers
“he was pissed! But I don’t care anymore” and in a very sweet voice “thank you for the flowers. They’re very pretty”
I asked her if she remembers what the message was that went with the flowers. She said no, I told her that I had typed it and told my mom so she could write it. I shut down my computer and then I grinned… I realized what I wrote. I’m going to tell you what I wrote in a Boston accent
“whetha you ah
Neah or fah
You ah always in my heaht”
She was in tears laughing at that.
She goes “it didn’t come with the Boston accent”
I left my heart in Indiana
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Aww I'm glad you got it all sorted 
