A Story About a Girl (II)
She wanted to call and say hi, to hear my voice once again and then walk away. She wasn’t exactly sure why, but it was an intoxicating draw for her; this kind of personal torture and torment, my voice being so close but yet I was so far away. She wanted to get her “fix” and simply leave, but I wasn’t ready to let her go, not just yet.
You see, the torture and torment didn’t end with her, it went both ways, since I too felt the gravitational pulls of this singularity that we were both trapped in. We were unable to escape and unable to let go.
I felt the tug of my heartstrings and I didn’t want to hang up. It was quite possible that after this call, we’d never hear from each other again. Our last phone conversation didn’t go well and we had ended it with her in a fit of tears and my heart tearing in two. I didn’t want that to happen again.
This was a second chance to possibly make things right between us. To mend the tears of our relationship, which was always ill-timed. To possibly come away from this as amicable friends, if not more.
It started with a simple hello.
