Guitar String

                Every time I hear that vibration of my cell phone, my heart jumps. Is it him? Is it him? This thought passes through my mind, only to be disappointed when I see the caller I.D. as a friend of mine whose significance, though important, is not on the same level as his is. Why can’t he be contacting me?

                We’ve been apart for awhile now. Haven’t spoken to each other since the day we broke up. And even though I say that I’ve moved on and that everyone believes that to be true, there is still a small little string in my heart that is set on him. A small guitar string that only strums for him. As much as that note wishes to be played, it also knows that it will never be played again.

                I broke from my momentarily desperate thinking and drew my attention to the text message I had just received.

                Melany : Dude! Ryan told me something crazy this morning. Text back soon <3

                Janette : woah! You guys stopped locking lips and actually spoke to eachother?! :O

                Melany : Jay, don’t be a smartass. K, thanks.

                Janette : lol, sorries ;P so what happened?

                Melany : Milo, well, he…

                Janette : why are we having a convo about him? I don’t wanna talk about him, told you that

                Melany : spoken like a girl who is over her ex (note the sarcasm)

                Janette : w/e

                Melany : ok, well you wanna know or not??? It’s pretty juicy stuff

                Janette : since you seem desperate on spreading the gossip just tell me

                Melany : he’s going on a date tonight

                A date…? The me who has moved on should not be affected by something like this. Milo has all the rights in the world to get another girl on his belt, I mean, who am I to stop him? It’s not like we mean anything to one another anymore.

                Janette : cool?

                Melany : OMG, you cannot be all smooth and crap right now. This is a big deal! He’s going on his first date after you and him broke the bond

                Janette : lol, broke the bond? Weird way to put it mellon

                Melany : you know what I mean! Geez. Aren’t you worried?

                Janette : about what?

                Melany : that this girl…whoever she is… could steal him away from you forever?!

                Janette : HE’S NOT MINE! There’s no one to steal him from

                Melany : come on jay! You guys are just so perfect together

                Janette : if we were then we’d still be together

Melany : I know you still look at him with those puppy dog eyes. You still have the letters too. And the pics are still on your wall. And still even on your facebook!

                Janette : I’ll take them down eventually ok? Just been kinda lazy

                Melany : w/e. you still love him. I’ve made up my mind

                Janette : ridiculous

                Melany : but oh so true ;)

                I set down my phone. Mellon was just being frustrating right now. Sure, I still crave him and can still feel the sensation of his lips all over me. I miss his warmth when we slept entwined; my legs tangled with his, his arms wrapped around my waist, and his head resting on my chest. Just like a child. But so strong when we were intimate together.

                Drunk on my own thoughts, I realized the door bell ringing somewhat impatiently. I sauntered out of my room in a plain grey tank top with multi-colored pajama bottoms. Random humming noises spewed from my mouth quietly as I trotted through the wood-floored house; down the stairs, across the living room, glance at the kitchen, then the couch and television, to the door, skip the peephole, turn the knob, open the door. SLAM THE DOOR.

                My body turned and I slammed my back onto the door, I gasped in sheer terror at the sight I just saw. I cautiously turned and decided that I should look through the peephole, just in case I was going insane and hallucinated. Through the peep hole I blurrily saw Milo, with an expression that I was pretty sure mirrored my own.

                “Milo?” I whispered through the door.

                A knock proceeded my question. “Jay, open the door.”

                Holy crap.

                Slowly I opened the door with my eyes glued shut, and once the door was fully open I took in the sight of Milo, my ex boyfriend, standing on my doorstep wearing a nervous smile.

                “Hey,” I said.

                “Hey.”

                Once I returned home and bounded up to my room, I checked my phone. Approximately 3 minutes after Mellon sent me that last text, she sent one more.

                Melany : Have fun on your date ;)

                That night I picked up the guitar Milo had bought me a few months ago, he knew that I had always wanted to learn. One of the strings was unlike the others. The others were a dull metallic color, the usual, but one was bright neon purple, his favorite color. Before I went to bed I placed the guitar in my lap and went into position. My thumb rested on the purple ring and for a few moments I strummed that string continuously. Each ring controlled my heart beat, just like Milo did.