I was sitting in our couch, watching the fire with bags under my eyes, holding a cup of tea, shaking inside how do I get to this place? I had I it all planed, my future, my present, everything and now I was just there with no back up plan and alone.
The phone started to ring and I watched it do it, I didn't rush myself I didn't want to pick up, it stopped and I knew it wasn't you or anyone that could know about you. My phone started to ring and I picked up knowing it was my mother, we talked for some minutes before the phone started to ring again, I looked at it, this time with a nervous look focusing on it, I hung up the cel phone and rushed my self to the house phone which I pick with panic in my voice, the phone slipped off my hands as I fell to the floor, tears streaming down my face because I knew you will never be able to keep that promise you make me, knowing you will never be back.
