Phone, No Can Do
Right before bed last night, I accidentally heard an old voicemail that didn’t get deleted.
Hearing his voice so suddenly and after so long, my heart quaked. Hit repeat. Yup, I am completely seduced by the way he said my name. Another repeat. And, I’m somewhat…ridiculously delighted it wasn’t deleted. Repeat, again. Because dear god, I still love how his voice sounds.
Then an arrow of clarity manages to slice through my silly cloud nine...
“This message was sent today at 3:23 PM.”
Holy SHIT.
Please stay on hold while I flip out.
2 Musing(s):
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he???
hahaha, I guess he could be called an old beau.
I'm doing better with getting over him with each passing week, so maybe soon I'll be able to write about our pseudo-relationship.
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