tumblinas.

Three months ago, I never thought I’d run into you.  And then we are talking on the phone and replaying the last time we saw each other.  And then a few days go by and not a word.

I’d just given us the code blue.  I thought, ‘well hell! Just how long am I going to fuck around in what-if?

And then you called.  Your phone was broken, like no display and wouldn’t even charge.  You let it get disconnected and just got a new phone. You called to let me know.  You missed me. When are you going to see me again? I need to come back to your side of the world?  Why didn’t I call?

I did….. once or twice. I think I may have left a message.

Why didn’t I try to call again?

(Well, it wasn’t because I deleted your phone number, so I wouldn’t call you again because I thought you were ignoring me/forgotten about me.)

Definitely wasn’t that.

Let’s not dwell on the past, k?