and I wonder if I ever cross your mind
I was really missing him. So I was foolish enough to say to myself, “If I just think about it hard enough maybe he’ll call or email me.”
I haven’t had contact with him since December, I’ve ignored the two times he called me in January and never bothered emailing him since then.
Sitting down with a cinnamon muffin I baked the other night, I opened Firefox and checked twitter, facebook, then gmail. I had already checked it about two hours before and I don’t get emails that often except notices and automatic emails. but there it was—his name in bold, a new email from him.
I almost choked on my muffin I had just taken a bite of, my arms and legs felt weak and my heart started pounding. he sent the email within a minute or two of me thinking about making him get in touch with me.
I knew it was possible—it had happened before—but when it actually happened so quick like that I couldn’t figure out how to process it.
I called Anna, my voice shaky and high-pitched. She said I was gonna die. I agreed. I was resolved to not call or email him, I wouldn’t make first contact, and I didn’t. but the overwhelming desire to email him back to tell him “GUESS WHAT! WE STILL HAVE THAT PSYCHIC CONNECTION!” was almost unbearable.
however, I’ve stayed strong. two hours and counting. sometimes it’s one minute at a time, not even one day or hour at a time.
Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin’ for the phone cause I can’t fight it anymore
