My weekend in Charlotte has been ruined, all because the only guy I know down there has ruined our plans together. We were planning to celebrate his birthday once I arrived in the Queen City, but for some reason, he did not show up, and I cannot forgive him for that. I thought Teddy knew better than to leave me hanging. If he had told me he couldn't spend the occasion with me, I would've understood, and I could've either stayed in Greensboro or returned to Raleigh. I was so proud of Teddy when he sent me his special wish on my birthday that I agreed to return the favor. But now, I'm very angry because he never showed up like he said he would. Just for that, I need some time to cool off before I head back home to Chicago. And he can forget about the piano lessons because he lost his chance. I might forgive him in due time, but right now, I'm still mad at him because I never got to see him. In fact, I may not return to Charlotte anytime soon, unless he straightens up and realizes his mistake. And the next time he decides to ditch me, he can tell me in advance so I wouldn't have to come see him, only to find that he hasn't showed up. Just to teach him a lesson, I might return back to Baltimore to try to patch things up with Rhanda, and possibly bridge the ever-growing distance. As my friends like to tell me, long-distance relationships almost never work, because they usually fall apart. So what if Chicago is 700 miles and a time zone away from Baltimore? At least I told Rhanda I was sorry for leaving her, but Walter told me that he wanted me to return and get the band back together. And that's why I have returned to Chicago, not because I wanted to, but because I had some unfinished business there. If I hadn't been asked to come back home, I would've stayed in Baltimore, and I might've been married to her by now. But now, who knows if I'll ever return? I'm keeping hope alive for that. As for Teddy, if he ever reads this, I hope he'll change his ways and stop being an idiot. I really like him, but this time, he's made me lose my cool like no one else ever had before. I must close for now, and get ready to return to Chicago tomorrow. Hopefully before I leave, I will get an email or phone call telling me he is sorry that he ruined my weekend. I really want him to make sure he gets the message.