Phone Call

note to self: never answer any of his phone calls.

but i did. i just did. and no matter how many times i tried to erase the conversation in my memory, i cant. he said hello. i didn't answer. i asked who is this. i pretended as if i can pretend that i don't know him. really. he asked me how am i doing. i said i was fine. i asked him again, but this time, my voice betrayed me. it is as if i am just making a confirmation that it is really him on the other line. he said he was sad. i asked why. he said they broke up. i asked why. he said he wants to cry. i listened. i forgot how long i listened to his sobs.

pathetic. my mind was telling me to hung up but my thumb was petrified. it can't push that fcuking end button. it's as if it had a mind of it's own. my ears went wild whenever i hear him moan to tears, his voice was music to my ears. the reason was particularly unclear, but i liked the fact that i am connected to him.