Only You
I deleted you from my life yesterday. I took your numbers down off the board, made them into my secret, and mailed them in. I even deleted your name from my phone. Why, exactly I did these things, I couldn't tell you. Maybe I thought it was just time to move on. Maybe I was tired of waiting for the phone call that never came. And yet, that phone call came today. It always seems to come, right when I've given up on you.
"What? You don't say bye anymore when you leave?"
"What? You can't pick up a phone every now and again?" That's whatI should have replied with, but instead I went back in, and we ended up talking for probably twenty minutes. Yeah, I know, I shouldn't have stuck around that long, but what's done is done, and you've managed to sneak your way back into my life, yet again, because you're you, and you never run out of chances with me.
*sigh*
We made plans, you and I, but I'm not getting my hopes up. I don't think that you've missed me that much yet. I'll call you though, just like I said I would, and when you say such and such, I will smile, say okay, and tell you I will talk to you in two months. You'll say quit it, it will be before then, and then after some mindless chatter we will say our good-byes and hang up. - -Because that's what we do. It's the cycle of you and me, and perhaps one of the most constant things in my life, no matter how screwed up it seems to be.
"What? You don't say bye anymore when you leave?"
"What? You can't pick up a phone every now and again?" That's whatI should have replied with, but instead I went back in, and we ended up talking for probably twenty minutes. Yeah, I know, I shouldn't have stuck around that long, but what's done is done, and you've managed to sneak your way back into my life, yet again, because you're you, and you never run out of chances with me.
*sigh*
We made plans, you and I, but I'm not getting my hopes up. I don't think that you've missed me that much yet. I'll call you though, just like I said I would, and when you say such and such, I will smile, say okay, and tell you I will talk to you in two months. You'll say quit it, it will be before then, and then after some mindless chatter we will say our good-byes and hang up. - -Because that's what we do. It's the cycle of you and me, and perhaps one of the most constant things in my life, no matter how screwed up it seems to be.
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