You have 4 new messages.
Received December 26th, 2012. At 4:32 pm
Hey there. You know, with Christmas you're supposed to be with your families and your loved ones. Or so they say all over the media and in practically every song that's currently being played. These songs kept on telling me to be with the one I love and after all that happened, you know, it's still you-- I understand if you do not feel the same anymore, that's only logical. But I just wanted you to know that the past few days I've been thinking of you. A lot. And by a lot I really do mean a lot. As in every second of every minute of every hour of every-- I think you get what I mean. So I don't even know why I decided to call you. I just thought I should tell you this. Well uhm, bye
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Received December 26th, 2012. At 11:45 pm
Hey, it's me. I'm sorry for talking to your machine earlier, I really don't know why I did that, I mean, I wasn't even drunk.
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Received December 27th, 2012. At 3:11 am
You know, the worst part of answering someones machines is the fact that you cannot see whether or not they have already been at home and listened to their message. Since I have had no reply and seen no hateful messages on your Facebook yet, I assume you are out with friends and stuff. I should have known that you were over me.
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Received December 27th, 2012. 5:23 am
Remember the first time we met? I think it was, ah, at that park, the one with the trees and all. And benches and ducks. Weren't you wearing something pink? I believe it was that pretty pink dress. And at that time your hair was still that pretty chocolatebrown colour. Not that I didn't like the other colours you've had, but that colour just brings back so many memories. Didn't you once tell me how you hated me at first? Because I seemed like a typical douchebag? Strange how strangers can start dating isn't it? Wouldn't it be nice to be there again, that day and do it all over? Personally that's all I would have wanted for Christmas. Would you call me back?
As he expected I had been out that evening, however not until that late, nor was I with friends. I had been invited over to my aunt's house for Christmas dinner and since I had no one else to spend Christmas with, after recently having broken up with Paul, I figured I might as well go.
Naturally, since the break-up really wasn't that long ago, it hurt to hear him. It hurt to hear him talking about the things he rememberd. Though I must admit, I had to laugh a bit. Of course my life was a bit of a mess, but at least I wasn't speaking to an answering machine, not sober nor semi-drunk. I wasn't sure what to do. Of course I could call him back, but what would happen if I did. If I thought of how the relationship had been, I could only assume it would end up hurting us both even more in the end.
