Bittersweet → call f o u r
❝In which he loves her flaws more than her perfections.❞
On Tuesday I called you.
You didn't pick up.
I started to worry, because you always pick up.
After hestitating for an hour and calling myself a wimp, I went to your house.
I ringed the doorbell six times, but you didn't open the door.
I forced myself to stop imagining all kind of things that could've happened.
I failed.
On Wednesday I called you again.
You didn't pick up.
I decided to leave you a voicemail, having the false hope you would call me back.
'Hey,' I said.
I punched myself because that sounded stupid.
'Where are you? I'm starting to get worried a bit,' I said.
Because even though you call me a liar, I always tell you the truth.
'Don't do stupid things,' I said.
Because I knew you would.
I love the stupid things you do, but I hate how you always come worse out of it.
'I need you to know that I miss you. And that I need you. More than anything,' I said.
I punched myself again because I sounded like a wimp.
'Sorry, that was stupid, forget that,' I said.
I punched myself because I am a wimp.
I hung up, because I know you wouldn't listen to me anymore.
Today I still miss you.
I miss you more than yesterday.
And I miss you more than last week.
I miss you more than ever, and I need you more than ever.
I called myself a wimp and then punched myself again.
It felt good.
I love the silent treathment you give me when you did something wrong, but I hate how good you are at it.
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