I would like nothing more than to hear your
sweet voice on the telephone, telling me what I want to hear:
I love you. I've loved you as long as you've loved me (damn it's been six months now). Everything I've said before is vapor, all I want is you.
Right. Back to reality. Back to hearing two hour screaming lectures about how I should like his new girlfriend. I'm wondering why he doesn't understand the reasons for hating that bitch.
He used to call me everyday, sometimes just to say good-bye. Damn I miss that. Now it's occasional calls, mostly to retun mine, although I haven't called him in over a week. He called me today to tell me his SAT score. I had to resist all impulses to show him up with my perfect 800 on the math. I adopted an indifferent attitude and wanted to tell him:
" Why do you still call me? Dont you know that any kind of contact with you kills me? Go fuck yourself and stop calling my house!!!"
Maybe next time.