He shut the phone off. The last thing I said “I feel like such an idiot for thinking you’d never make me cry again” must not have hit the mark. The nerve. I wanted to hit a fucking nerve. Anything is better than the silence of neglect. Checking the blank screen every 5 minutes, and picturing him at the bar, with some…girl. Running her fingers though his thick brown hair and asking stupid questions. I should be there with him, babysitting his fidelity. Reminding him of everything he has to come home to in case he forgets. I have the faith in him of a […]
