I miss Cleveland and hate that we messed up our scheduling this week. We kinda misunderstood each other and I missed out on a date with him. I hate that. I was bummed I wasn’t going to see him before he goes camping with his sweetie. It happens, but I really hate when I miss out on a date with my love when I could have had one. We’re hoping to make it up to each other next week, so that’ll be cool. Just kicking my feet a little at missing out on my man. Pout pout.