I hold my phone and stare at it, wondering... will you answer when I call this time? Should I leave another voicemail that'll likely go unanswered or find another distraction?
Writing this made me think of you, so I called you once again. This time however just like the last, I didn't leave a message. Maybe you want me to give up, maybe I complicate things for you. I begin to think about how I treat people that call me when I don't want to be bothered by them. The calls that go unanswered, the emails without replies and all because... they cant be you.
Hopefully with time It'll hurt less, but for now writing about you helps even though you'll probably never know I ever felt this way.
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