This is just one entry into my little diary. Its an old one. I stopped writing in it because after a while it just started looking like this....
I sit here thinking about what I want to wright because I want to wright something. And all I can think about is one thing. Its the one thing I dont mind writing about but I hate myself in the end for thinking about it.
I wish I could summon the courage to call you up right now. It wouldnt be that hard, Just 7 short numbers. The same 7 numbers that got lodged into my brain every time I would call you. I loved using the house phone to call you because I could dial all the numbers in first and the hit call, and it would sing evey number out lound. Now you have me laughing and crying because im sitting here, thinking about how I could personify the sound of the phone dialing every number, but as I get to the last sound I remember you would pick up so fast! Its like you had your phone programed to run over to you as I called.
Not even a year has passed by and your face has failed to show up at the places we used to hang out at. Thats fine I supose. We practicly only lived around that courner, at the store, near the school. You never wanted to go to the park. Thats fine also, I never wanted to go. I just teased you about it.
I think thats all for today. I told you I would hate myself at the end.
I wish I could summon the courage to call you up right now. It wouldnt be that hard, Just 7 short numbers. The same 7 numbers that got lodged into my brain every time I would call you. I loved using the house phone to call you because I could dial all the numbers in first and the hit call, and it would sing evey number out lound. Now you have me laughing and crying because im sitting here, thinking about how I could personify the sound of the phone dialing every number, but as I get to the last sound I remember you would pick up so fast! Its like you had your phone programed to run over to you as I called.
Not even a year has passed by and your face has failed to show up at the places we used to hang out at. Thats fine I supose. We practicly only lived around that courner, at the store, near the school. You never wanted to go to the park. Thats fine also, I never wanted to go. I just teased you about it.
I think thats all for today. I told you I would hate myself at the end.
Old phones used to tap out a rhythm as you dialled. Long numbers and short numbers keeping you in suspense as they sent their beats down the copper wire.
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I once kept an old cassette tape[pre-digital] that had old messages from someone that I loved more than, as it turned out, loved me...I thought, at first, that the sound of my lovers voice would provide comfort on my lonely days. Turns out that the voice on that tape was like a twisting knife every time I had the courage to listen to it. Sometimes a clean break is the hardest but best solution...We are, however, all full of frailty and emotion so that's easier said than done!!! I think I still have that tape somewhere...
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