Nov 29, 2004 00:11
She cried into the receiver and the cars passed her in the slow lane. The situation wasn't so much absurd as it was completely foreign and I didn't know what to do. The knot in my stomach didn't make the situation easier.
"Just say that you're sorry"
"I am truly sorry"
"I love you" cracked through the sob.
"I love you too."
"Have a great day"
The silence on the end of the line was an indicator to the fact that she wasn't there anymore. It had been so the night before and occurences that are completely similar in circumstance tend to explain one another.
I make such bold promises and fail to keep them.
"Fuck"
I yelled as I slammed my fist into the wood. The guilt was only throwing shadow punches til her voicemail picked up on the next attempt. I'm a fucking asshole.
The situation that could have ben resolved with a simple kiss or lengthy embrace had to unfold in tormentingly slow motion by means of dialtones and low batteries. But, the waters are calm again, so it should be safe to swim.
I love you.