“Hello?”

“Hi, Melinda.”

“I thought I told you..”

“I know, I know, but I miss your voice. I miss your hair. I miss your smile and I miss your eyes.”

“See that’s just it!”

“What? I miss you I want you back and all you do is stab me in the back.”

“You just don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“That all you care about it my looks! Do even know what my favorite color is? What my favorite season is? What kind of music I like? What you like about me on the inside?

”... I know if the outside is great, then the inside must be to.”

“You know nothing about me on the inside!”

“I bet you know nothing about me on the inside.”

“Oh really? You favorite color is green. You favorite season is the summer. You like rap music. What I liked about you on the inside was that you made me laugh and that I felt comfortable talking to you about anything.”

“Can’t we just go back to the way things used to so I can kiss you again?”

“Oh comon this is going no where. Call me back when you finally grow up.”

Dail tone.