When can you know
I close my eyes and listen to the sound of my breathing and his.
A break in the conversation is filled with gentle breathing.
Although we were a ocean away.
I let myself be brought back to the time when we stood together saying goodbye.
Him telling me that we would see each other soon.
In that moment I felt whole standing there knowing that he would miss me.
When do you know when you can't let go ?
I walk on time or so I tell myself I do. In all honesty I don't walk on anything. I am the one person who is behind everyone wishing. Andy the boy I met at camp was my anchor. Although he lived on the island I longed to have him close.
On one weekend I decided to call him.
"Hello?" His voice picled up after the first ring.
"H-hi Andy." I stuttered.
"Hi Cali." He said using my nick name teasingly.
"What's up?" I asked trying not to grin like a fool.
"Not much really ." He said a little tiredly.
"Hmmmmm." I say smiling to mylsef
As the seconds grew longer I let myself get lost between the breaths that we shared. As we sat a world away I heard him grin.
"What is going on Andy?" I asked looking over at the picture of the two of us.
'Nothing just enjoying talking to you."
My. Heart. Stopped.
Had he just said that?
"Me too." I say
These phone calls were going to be fun
