that ''just a phone call''.

August.

He said he'd call and it relieved me that he would, the thought that one day he would by choice. So I waited, tomorrow, the next, a week after, and the hope of how maybe he would kept me on going. It seemed exciting, the idea of it. Like a story from a book or movie and how true it was or that I thought. Just like the movies, I waited, and as for reality, he didn't.

Still I waited just in case,

although maybe he wouldn't have,

or in my case as I would say,

the guts to.

I waited. But it never came.
And the phone never rang.

-riri-