A String of Missed Calls

August 27, 2015

1:42 PM:
"So another miserable week has passed. I'm currently at Walmart going through my dorm essentials list before I head back up to NYU. I really hope you call so we can meet up before I- yeah mom I need a new hamper! Yeah blue is fine, thanks- leave. Sorry about that. Well anyways love and miss you please hit me up soon.

2:59 PM:
"I just remembered the time we went to a museum and you said that these paintings and sculptures were merely the tip of the ice-burg of art. I was so confused and I asked you what was the core of the ice-burg of art and you stuffed your hands in your pockets and nodded your head to the staircase. I looked at you like you were crazy. You grabbed my hand and ran up the stairs and a curator yelled at us to stop running and when we reached the balcony over looking the entire art gallery you opened your arms in an elegant fashion and I clung to the railing and seeing how I was still unsure what you meant you brushed my hair over my shoulder and whispered: people. People are the truest form of art and at that moment I knew exactly what you meant. Because you were in fact living proof people made the best art. I felt fire in your eyes, I heard the calm stream running in your voice, and saw the beauty of a thousand flowers in your mind and if that wasn't art nothing was. Any ways I promised my dad I'd meet him for lunch. Bye."

5:55 PM:
"He asked about you. He asked if we had eloped already. I laughed so hard I cried until I started sobbing... I was inconsolable kinda like you with Cottontail. I just said we had gotten into an argument a big one. He looked at me for a long time as if he understood. Maybe this happened to my parents before they divorced. But we aren't them. We're Sean and Selena. Selena and Sean or at least we were before I ruined it. I'm sorry again. Please return my calls. I'll explain everything.