"he won't be up." I thought, staring at his bare, simple-minded name in my phone's contact book.
but yet i called, and put the cold, unfamiliar phone to my face.
it rung once.
i promised myself i'd never call again.
i found somebody better.
somebody who loved me as much as i loved them.
but yet, if it came down to it,
i'd still choose you.
"hi," your warm voice husked. "leave a message."
the bare, ominous silence crackle at both ends of the reciever covered the wounded silence.
"im sorry." i whispered.
"im sorry for what i did."
i had done nothing.
"im sorry for hurting you."
you were the one to hurt me.
"call me back, please."
i did something wrong.
"i love you."
nobody would treat someone like this for no reason.