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and so i am waiting.
again!
how is it i always seem to get up in this place?
no matter how good you think you are doing, there will always be something to prove you wrong, send you off your tipping point, and make your innards implode dissolve twist fail.
all i want to know is that she's okay and that the words she spoke have
weight to them.
it's three days later, and i feel like i am in a relationship with a voice on a phone; an audible ghost who has no corporeal being, just sweet electronically-filtered sweetnesses.
so i wait.
the silence of not hearing her voice
is the loudest sound of all.
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