what a difference a week makes. though my heart is fine, you’re still on my mind.
i could stare at my phone all day just waiting for his call because for those 3 minutes it feels like he’s actually here, like he’s invested. you know the way it should be. long distance sucks. im not good at this anymore.
there i was waiting for the call, just to hear his voice would’ve made my day. i couldn’t wait to tell him about my pointless work stories and what i did today, but that’s the difference between men and women i guess. it’s not just a phone call, it’s the initiative. moving on.