On the one hundred and twenty eighth day,
I nearly jumped
when I heard the sound of my phone ringing.
I was almost hesitant to pick it up,
afraid of what I would hear.
I answered anyway.
My heart almost melted at the sound of his voice.
"Parker?" he croaked. His voice was hoarse and dull.
"Luke." I responded.
"I just wanted to call to say -"
"Luke, I need to speak," I interrupted. "I am an ass. A real dumbass. I should have never left you with such an abrupt ending like that. I f.cking suck and I am so sorry."
"You don't have to apologize like that, Parker," he replied. "It's not your fault that I tried to force myself onto you."
"You don't understand, Luke." It took every ounce of me to choke back the tears that I had held in for so long.
"I have ignored this for so long. In fact, I've ignored it so much that I didn't even know what I was ignoring. I do love you. I love you more than I can express. I mean, I've spent the past week of my life as confused as ever. I didn't leave my home once. I skipped work, I didn't answer my family's phone calls. I have barely even eaten. I haven't slept properly. I can't stop thinking about you. And now that I know who you truly are, everything inside my head has just gone completely downhill and scary."
I heard nothing but silence, and my stomach lurched.
"I understand if you're not in love with me. I don't deserve you, Luke, I -"
"Parker?"
"Yes?"
"I still love you."
"Then come see me in person," I replied. My heart burst into confetti. "Come see me."
"Of course," he replied. And with that, he had lifted my heart up so high in the sky. I didn't feel like I was on the ground anymore, stuck with nowhere to go.
I was soaring higher than the birds themselves.
