You and I were supposed to meet today, but my friend burned me bad.

( You always have a way of making me forget my anger.)

I wanted to go home and sulk.

( You asked me to look at the sky -- blue and sunny.)

I wanted to feel bad for myself.

( "Are you going to let something that small ruin your day?" you asked.)

I wanted pity.

( We walked down to the East River, sat on a bench, and talked.)

I wanted to make my friend understand my hurt.

( We jumped a fence, laid on the grass, stared at the sky, and talked.)

I wanted to sleep this off -- to vent to my online friends.

( We went to eat ice cream.)

I wanted to hear about the friendship handbook etiquette.

( "Are you still mad?" you asked.)

I wanted...to say yes.

( But you have a way about you, and I can't lie to you.)