She contacted me.
She wants to talk. She's waiting for my call.
I'd knew she'd come back. He couldn't give her everything he promised. All the lies he told her came crashing down.
And she expects me to welcome her back with open arms. To forget the million and one arguments we've had. The sleepless nights, the tears she cried. I never to hurt anybody.
...
She knows I'll give in. I'm an idiot. It's been so long without talking to her. An eternity since I've seen her.
Forever since I felt her exhale on my neck, her breath warm and cool like a peppermint. Her bare skin pressed against me, soft and pale contrast to my dark grain. The sound of the raindrops hitting the windowpane. The voices of the people walking by.
I remember it all.
Every stupid joke, the meaningless conversations, the countless hours on the phone. Laughing at the dumbest things. Sharing embarassing stories.
I can't call you back now. It's too soon. You walked away from it all. I can't run after you.
I want you. Here. Now.
The girl I spent today with? I'm done with her, I won't call her again. Our date this weekend? I won't show up.
...
I never actually told you that I loved you.
I know, I'm an idiot. You left me. Went away with some other guy.
We'll meet up somewhere. Have sex. Fall in love all over again. Send each other little love notes, spend all our time together. We'll talk about moving in together, getting away from everybody else.
But I know you'll leave again. Like last time. Like the time before that.
I'm an idiot.