Called without *82ing. I called once because couldn’t resist the urge and I just wanted to hear his voice. I got his voicemail. Then deleted the call I made in order to try to forget I just did that. Knowing him knowing me, he’ll know it was me.
Tomorrow is a new day though and I’m gonna go two straight weeks. Two straight weeks. And to be honest, if our love was strong as I think it is, which it totally is, it really doesn’t matter how long I take. So here I am, letting go. Not that fully constitutes letting go, but I am letting go a good some. Finally.