“Your goodbye replays in my mind like a greeting on an answering machine — calm and collected — but before I can leave a message the call drops.”

Aren’t you glad it drops? And leaves you to be alone, drinking away your misery, or in your misery, rather than be the hopeless romantic, waiting for the return…

I loved your style of writing. Very real, very hard hitting.

I tried capturing my truce with my pain too..

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