“Hello?”
“Oh, it’s
you.”
“So you
still remember my voice?”
“It isn’t
like we haven’t talked in years.”
He was
right. Their last conversation was only a couple of months ago. Since then, not
a single word.
“I know.”
“It’s nice
to see that at least one part of you didn’t change, though.”
“Well, you
know me. Drama was always my thing.”
“For both of
us. Anyway. What’s up with the call?”
Indeed. Both
were terrific actors. She could cry in front of anyone. He could lie and have
no remorse at all.
“I didn’t
actually had something to talk about when I dialed your number.”
She was
lying.
“I think
neither of us are worth calling for anymore.”
He wasn’t.
“I guess I
just wanted to hear your voice?”
“I’m not
buying that. You can’t just leave my life, again, and out of nowhere say you
wanted to hear my voice.”
“It’s not
like that. You have to understand, you are a big part of my life.”
“And you are
a big part of mine. But I didn’t run away for the nearest person, like you
did.”
Ouch.
“You know
that I stayed for as long as I could.”
That's true.
“Good for
you.”
Dear reader,
he wasn’t like this. I promise.
“Why do you
have to be so rude? Like, can’t you just be a little friendly after
everything?”
“I’m sorry,
but we can’t be friends.”
Also true.
“You said
you wanted to.”
He did, but
things changed. They both changed.
“I was
wrong. I couldn’t be more wrong. Still, you are a little late for that.”
“And that’s
it? I’m out of your life forever?”
“I tried to
be your friend, I swear. But I couldn’t bare all the thoughts going through my
mind. It was too much for me to handle.”
After the
breakup, he lost the sight of what he was aiming for. All the plans, dreams,
everything was just shattered in front of him. As you can imagine, it wasn’t
pretty. He failed most of his classes. Nothing was ever tasty enough for him to
eat. He isolated himself from all of his friends, despite needing them the
most. He spent most of the days on bed, waiting for something that would never
come back.
“What do you
mean? You said yourself you didn’t love me.”
“That’s a
lie. I never said that. The only thing said is that I didn’t know how to
express myself. It felt like everything I ever did wasn’t true.”
It was
complicated. He loved her. He loved how he felt so prized around her, as if he
was irreplaceable. However, since his first breakup, he didn’t have the
confidence to tell this anymore. It was something beyond his comprehension. A
flaw.
“And what do
you expect me to get from this?”
“Nothing.”
“Four years
for nothing?”
Actually,
three and eleven months.
“Why are you
even bringing this? Our relationship didn’t work and, to be honest, not all
memories are worth remembering. But we had our moments. Happy ones. I loved
your spread sleep by my side and I always closed my eyes peacefully. There are
supposed to have history mentions on such massive fights like ours.”
“I’m sorry I
left you, but I needed to. I felt trapped in our relationship. I couldn’t keep
up waking up every day and not being able to remember the reason why I was with
you.”
“And that’s
fine. You aren’t supposed to be in a relationship that you don’t want to.”
“But I
wanted to. I really did.”
“It’s all in
the past now. What is done, is done. We can’t go back to the people we used to
be, even if we tried. We changed. And that’s a good thing. But we just aren’t
mean to be together.”
“But-”
“Look, I
have to go.”
He didn’t.
“…”
“If you want
talk somewhere else, that’s okay. Anything but here. You know I hate phones.”
“I do.”
She did.
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