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Tidbits of Conversation I pick up the receiver and put it back down. I want to call. I think I want to. I know I want to. But I can't. A call I made thousands of times, a call that used to be a routine part of my day. "Are you lonely?" The words sound so odd coming from this practical stranger. I act defensively. "I'm not lonely," I say, hoping he didn't hear the tone of indignation in my voice. "I mean not really," I add, smiling. I list my friends, all over the world. Ireland, Canada, Missouri, and Turkey. Some I haven't talked to in over a month, most I haven't seen in over a year. "I have two really close friends in New York," I say. But I don't add the recent downturns in either. "Not to mention my wonderful boyfriend, who's my best friend." He nods kindly. We both know that's not what he means. "In some ways, " I relent. "Maybe." Someone interrupts and we never come back to it. Almost twenty hours later, I'm still pondering the honest answer. I promise myself that I won't ask. I repeat it over and over again. Not this time. I'll just sit there and wait until he feels ready to share. I've never been good with silence. Not with him. As if to prove my point, I blurt it out several minutes into the evening "What're you thinking?" I make a mental note to kick my ass when I get home and smile awkwardly. He smiles back. I wonder if it brings back memories for him, too. I already know his reply before it leaves his lips. "Nothing." It's always is. I don't know why I bother. Yet I do, time and time again. I squeeze his hand and give up. Only to repeat my question ten minutes later. I simply can't let it be. Previously? UBC. |
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