An eventful Saturday
The day passed by uneventfully and I watched a couple of depressing movies that made me feel worse. By late afternoon, I was even more depressed. I decided to go out and spend some time with my friends. I missed him so much, it had been a week since I had heard from him. I know we were never meant to be, but I just missed hearing his voice. As I walked down a calm and pleasant street dotted with trees and sun kissed leaves, I missed him even more. I felt lonely. I walked up to a payphone and decided to call him anonymously. He answered his phone and my mouth spread into a wide grin. I felt like a little girl calling her crush up. I held my breath and didn’t answer. He hung up after a few seconds. I felt stupid. [Read: Is it love or lust?]
I moved on and met my friends in the corner of the street, where we decided to go shopping. I felt better, and I saw a gazillion things that I wanted to gift him. But I brushed the thought aside. Later that night, I missed him more than I had all week since the break up.
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