11:48 post meridiem
I’m curled up, staring at the damn little screen. The buttons are still lit up.
Call ended.
I can hear the rain getting harder, but I’m still not feeling it. I’m just so numb. I’m supposed to be the one in pain. Not her. She is supposed to be the strong one here.
“You know I told you that if you ever were to break up with me, I wouldn’t stand in your way. I love and always will, and if you really think that being without me is the best option, I’d be a fool to stand in your way. I only want what is going to be best for you. And evidently that’s a life without me. At least for now.
But I promise you. I will never stop loving you. You know this is for your own good. So do I. I just wish I didn’t have to accept it.”
I’d be a fool…
Scoundrel. Vagrant. Reprobate. Knave. Varlet. Miscreant.
Lummox.
I’d be a fool.
I’ve been out here in the rain for what seems like forever. But not long enough. I know my friends are watching through the window. I wonder if they’re even concerned. The lights have died from the phone. But I’m still staring. I’m hoping that some sort of answer will come from it. All I’m getting is 11:48 p.m. post meridiem. She isn’t supposed to be hurting too. This is what’s best for her.
Call ended.
I can hear the rain getting harder, but I’m still not feeling it. I’m just so numb. I’m supposed to be the one in pain. Not her. She is supposed to be the strong one here.
“You know I told you that if you ever were to break up with me, I wouldn’t stand in your way. I love and always will, and if you really think that being without me is the best option, I’d be a fool to stand in your way. I only want what is going to be best for you. And evidently that’s a life without me. At least for now.
But I promise you. I will never stop loving you. You know this is for your own good. So do I. I just wish I didn’t have to accept it.”
I’d be a fool…
Scoundrel. Vagrant. Reprobate. Knave. Varlet. Miscreant.
Lummox.
I’d be a fool.
I’ve been out here in the rain for what seems like forever. But not long enough. I know my friends are watching through the window. I wonder if they’re even concerned. The lights have died from the phone. But I’m still staring. I’m hoping that some sort of answer will come from it. All I’m getting is 11:48 p.m. post meridiem. She isn’t supposed to be hurting too. This is what’s best for her.