May 20, 2015
Cube.
I could’ve said something else but in the end I knew I have nothing to say. My phone rang but I didn’t answer. It rang again. I answered and you said you were looking for my colleague so I gave her the phone. And then it rang the third time. I thought you forgot to tell her something or rather you got disconnected, but I guess not. The phonecall was meant for me. Your voice reminded me of what I used to have. All those random calls I used to have. Strange. I have that “ahh okay” feeling again. But really, when it comes to you, I feel like I’m always losing my grip of serenity. Like I’m always gonna end up chasing something that was never real. Why is it so damn hard to ignore your existence?
