c l o u d s

twenty-five;

[three days later]

him: hey!

her: oh HOLY JESUS, are you okay? are you hurt? is everything alright? what happened? did you get any sleep? did you eat? where were you? hows everything? hows your headaches? were you at the hospital? did anything happen?

him: shush now baby, i am okay, i am alright. i misplaced my phone.

her: oh..

him: i missed you, how are you?

her: did you get my messages? i talked to your sister as well.

him: my sister is on vacation and no i didn't.

her: good. i am glad your okay, you gave me a heartache

him: aww i am sorry. i missed you.

her: missed you? that is an understatement for sure, i need a new word, heck, make my own word to describe how much i missed you.

him: oh stop it bubbles.

her: what? its true.

him: i missed being called mr fooda

her: I KNEW YOU LOVED THE NAME!

him: i love you, so anything coming out from you will be perfect.

her: i am not perfect.

him: you are to me.

her: how've you been, mr perfect?

him: i am doing good, i missed you a lot though.

her: i am doing okay, i missed you as heck.

him: just okay?

her: plain ol'okay.

him: is everything okay?

her: everything is fine.

him: fine is bad. you told me that before, its not good, whats going on?

her: nothing mr fooda, just the usual.

him: is it getting worse?

her: slightest bit.

him: come here.

her: its always getting worse mr fooda, its alright

him: you're anemia will be better, dont worry. okay?

her: okay. let's not worry bout me.