No turning back. I've dialed the number. The phone gives a signal. Yours should be ringing. It's 4 am and I can not think of anything better to call you. Yes Silly. Irrational. Irresponsible. Full of doubt and other feelings more difficult to define. The first ring breathing drowning me. The second my heart beats so fast that I start to hyperventilate. The third I bite my tongue because if I do not know dialing your number I have to say. And the fourth .... Get it. Your voice sounds like anyone who has just awakened. Or rather, someone who has awakened. I guess they did not even have looked at the screen because it questions who he is. I answer you. Yeah, yeah, very funny! And you stay silent. After pronouncing my name. And as you've always done, you get that I bristle skin. I wonder if I'm okay. Then you keep quiet I am. Well? How will I be OK when you are sleeping soundly while I'm racking my brains for you? I said no. I miss you. Subtraction in silence other times. Like you're thinking the right answer. Then you say that's impossible. That after all I've done is not fair for me to feel nostalgia for you. I tell you that I have always forgiven. And even though unwilling, I will continue doing. I imagine you sitting up in bed with his back against the wall and your white shirt wide straps illuminating the room. I guess you're biting the lower lip and the pulse in the wrist got faster. You ask me where I am. I tell you that on the bench on the sidewalk of your home. A few seconds later, I see your blonde hair peered in the window. The smile on your face looks. Again, silence. I wonder if you've posted. But no, the phone says otherwise. Without realizing it, which is biting his lip with me despair. And my legs feel weak, and everything is a dream when you open the door of your house and leave with the phone in hand. Have you been waiting long?
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