Drew looked like he was choking. “Drew?” I asked, alarmed, “Are you ok?” His eyes were suddenly distant, cold. He was no longer looking at me but rather beyond me, or through me.
It was like I wasn’t even there.
“I just remembered,” his voice was dazed, “I have to do something…”
He stumbled out of my house, leaving the cleaning materials on the floor, and one dumbstruck and most unfortunately lovesick me.
I sighed and crouched down to pick up the windex, duster, and paper towel roll, returning them to their proper places. I stared at the potatoes for a moment and suddenly lashed out at them, knocking them to the floor.
The sobs broke free then, finally, and I sank to the floor, shaking as my emotions ran away with themselves.

Why was no one ever there for me when I cried?