“Hey you’ve reached max, leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
I hate his voicemail.
It makes him sound like a lawyer or something.
Oh god I wish he’de answer.
“Max.”
I whispered to myself.
I never realized how much I needed him.
I only did it because I didnt want him to beat me to the punch.
Turns out he was never plannng on a break-up.
Damn rumors.
I held his jacket in my hands.
He wouldnt answer my texts, calls, emails, myspace messages, or even instant messages. I figured there was only onr thing left to do.
Write a letter.