For the last week, I have been anxious and desperate to call B, just to hear his voice. I’ve been able to distract myself, knowing that it might not be such a great idea — I just miss him so much.
This morning, I got as far as reaching for the phone, pressing the buttons to find his number… and discovered that it had aged off the Caller ID log.
Of course, I have his number elsewhere. But I took it as a sign from fate that our time is over.
And there are probably some of you out there who have an inkling of what a constant joy my luck is. Today is no exception. I can only surmise that the real reason for our breakup is something to do with the cosmic [more...]
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