One night, while I was writing, you sent a text saying that your friends from Athens had come up to visit. You were still going to try and stop by before seeing them, but you weren’t sure. I texted back that it was okay if you didn’t make it, and that you should probably hangout with your friends.
With some parting words, you left to go be with them, and I went back to writing.
Later that night, you called my phone, but as soon as I answered, you hung up. I had tried calling back, but all it did was ring until it went to voicemail. A little concerned, I sent a text asking if you had needed me, and if everything was alright. You reply with that you are fine, and that all would be revealed in person. “Really? It’s that good that you have to tell me in person?”
”Oh, yes! Definitely an in person thing! Soooo funny!”
You had been hanging out with your friends, and I was your topic of conversation. After mentioning certain things, they had encouraged you to get me on the phone.
You dialed my number, and with each ring you became more and more nervous.
I answered.
You hung up.
Your friends gave you shit.
I went back to bed.
- Jaclyn