Abandonment issues, I guess.

There was a phone message at work that a volunteer (Angela) took and erased (why do they do that? they could just leave it on the machine) and got wrong.
She told me;
"You had a call from Zena. She said she was sorry you were sick and hoped you'd get better soon."
And our stupid little heart leapt.
Like a foolish little frog.
And then Thea reminded us that there's no way for Zena (our childhood best friend) to know we are sick, not that she would ever call, and suggested that the message taker misheard Zil's name. Oh, Zil. Yes, that makes sense. Zil ~would~ call and wish us well. Of course. Not Zena, then.
You tell me:
Did we appreciate Zil calling or did we, at least fleetingly, hate her for not being Zena?
Be careful of us right now.
We are fickle and vindictive.
Our heart aches for what we can't have.