I feel myself missing him again. Wanting to see him even though I said I wasn’t sure I loved him anymore.
Except the last word doesn’t come out. I don’t allow it to.
“Sure babe. You too.”
I wish I’d never gotten myself into this habit. What was so wrong with calling him by his name?
He doesn’t seem to notice.
“Yes. I can hear you.”
“I’m listening. Go ahead.”
“No. I don’t have anything to say.”
Did I ever have anything to say? I stay on the phone in silence. I’m thankful for the bad connection. I don’t mind the call being lost.
When the phone rings again, and I see his picture, something in me feels disappointment.