Don't Call
I knew things had changed when she started calling. Just to say where she was, when she would be back. She never used to, and I never expected her to. Then, out of the night, a ringing woke me up. I heard the message, "out with Eric, be home later". It has been two hours and I am still not sure why she called. When we started seeing each other I got used to not knowing where she was and what she was doing, She had a life, friends, and things to do. I figured she was sleeping with her ex, when she dissapeared for a week and a half. Now she calls, just so I won't worry. Are we that far into domesticity? Are we that codependant? God I hope not. I'd rather not know, rather wonder about her private life than have her calling "just to let me know". I don't want to know until she is with me again, and tells me about a wild night out, or a day in the park with an
addictive book. When I can see her eyes smile, and she lets me in. Then we can talk about our days, and laugh and be together in the moment, not on the phone explaing why we aren't there...