45: W h o A m I ?

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After you were gone I continued to think things over. My mind was restless again. You often said I worried too much. What if you were right? What if I really was worrying too much and getting caught up in it I put the blame on you? I couldn't tell anymore, I just knew something didn't feel right. Something needed to be resolved.

I tossed and turned, getting even more lost with each thought. I sat up and looked at the time. 12 AM it read. I walked over to the window and sat on the windowsill. The full moon was illuminating my room pretty well. The breeze hitting my face calmed my mind a little bit or at the very least, slowed down the barrage of thoughts.

I picked up my phone and pulled up our texts. The last text you sent me was fifteen days ago. In a whim, I typed 'I miss you' in the message box. I stared at the typed message for a while. The 'I miss you' I never said to you this time when you left. I didn't say anything to you this time. I remained quiet the entire time. You were the only one who talked although your words were extremely limited too. You just said how everything was going alright with the mission but that was the extent of the information you gave. You didn't elaborate on anything and I only responded with a nod. 

I wondered if I should have asked. Would you have told me then? Was it my fault? Am I the one who's wrong here? These questions raged on like a storm in my mind. 

In a whim, I had written out the text and in a whim, I cleared it without ever pressing 'send'. I tossed away my phone and it landed on the bed. I didn't know what I was doing, I had even stopped making sense to myself.

I returned to my bed and forcibly closed my eyes until I fell asleep.

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