After that phone call, I never knew it would ring a couple times more for the next days of April, of May, of June, and for the rest of our own happily ever after.
But now I'm here, writing this stupid shit that you wouldn't even care to read.
And I look at my phone, every now and then, every three point two seconds,
because it doesn't ring.
YOU ARE READING
Dalliance: Part II
Short StoryThis is not another heartbreak. This is not me crying over a guy who shattered me apart. This is me crying over a guy who I shattered myself. This is me crying over regrets, undecided choices, and the most nonsensical reasons for being apart from hi...
