Friday, September 21, 2007
Watching us fading and watching it all fall apart
Yesterday, just I finished writing my post about how deliriously happy I am being single, my work phone rang.
Oscar.
In a complete daze, I watched the phone ring. Wondering why he was calling. Curious if he would leave a message.
The phone stopped ringing.
My cell phone sat right next to my work phone. It started ringing.
Oscar.
Again, I just sat and watched it ring. Confused. My hands shaking.
My work phone started ringing again.
Oscar.
Worrying that something was terribly wrong, I started to reach for the phone to pick it up. Just as my hand touched the receiver the phone stopped ringing.
3 phone calls. No messages.
I would have been willing to bet my life on never hearing from him again. Considering that I ended the relationship with a text message, I figured that bridge was burned irrevocably.
Weird. Very weird.
Today's Title from: The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore by James Morrison
Oscar.
In a complete daze, I watched the phone ring. Wondering why he was calling. Curious if he would leave a message.
The phone stopped ringing.
My cell phone sat right next to my work phone. It started ringing.
Oscar.
Again, I just sat and watched it ring. Confused. My hands shaking.
My work phone started ringing again.
Oscar.
Worrying that something was terribly wrong, I started to reach for the phone to pick it up. Just as my hand touched the receiver the phone stopped ringing.
3 phone calls. No messages.
I would have been willing to bet my life on never hearing from him again. Considering that I ended the relationship with a text message, I figured that bridge was burned irrevocably.
Weird. Very weird.
Today's Title from: The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore by James Morrison
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