Whens he going to call. Hes been gone all weekend and i need him to call. I stared at the phone, waiting, for anything, any slight movement, flash across the screen, sound, indication of his presence. nothing.
It’s amzing how you can thirst for someones presence, and need to hear the’r voice to make your day bearable.
I needed his voice, I needed reassurance that he still loved me, because i never believed it for long.
finally.
“Baby! I missed you so much. How was your trip? How are you? Sorry I should shut up and let you answer.”
“It was fine…”
The silence was so unusual. So unlike him.
“Whats wrong” I asked beginning to panic.
“Well… I’ve been thinking…”
“About what?”
I already knew.
“Us.”
oh god.
“And whats your thought?”
“That we just aren’t right.. for each other. and its time to end this.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“I um I have to go”
“Okay, we’re still friends though right.”
“Always”
And with that my life was over. I lost my will to get out of bed, put on new clothes, talk, try, anything.