My thumbs quietly waltz with each other,
crossing over the keys in thought.
"I miss you."
Hearing my breathing stop,
I sat in dead-air.
The mobile sat in anticipation,
as if it was oozing out with impatience.
Boring my attention into the awaiting screen,
I pondered.
Ponder,
pOnder,
poNder.
ponDERED.
Why did those eight letters form into mysteriously perfect three words?
This couldn't be right.
Bitterness swarmed throughout my brain,
it flowed and flowed around like it had a destination.
How dare you? Why now! Do you like seeing me helplessly run back to you? Do you enjoy seeing me run back to you with my tail between my legs?
...
Where's my dignity?
But, it seemed to forget about delivering this feeling to my body.
Like a bullet train zooming around,
with no intention of stopping.
Without the message,
how could it have been my fault.
My fingers took control without my consent.
"So do I."
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