So I want to call you.
Every cell in my body is screaming at me to pick up the phone. Just pick up the phone. Just pick up the phone. But even though it's against my nature I must stay silent. Must wait. Wait for the message, the phone call, that the sane part of me knows is never coming. I want to sit and make you miss me. Make you wonder if I'm thinking of you. But the longer the silence goes on, the more I know that you aren't thinking of me. You don't miss me, if you did I wouldn't be sitting here begging myself not to pick up the phone. Just pick up the fucking phone.
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Romancefour short stories based on *past* real events (and added poem at the end). To clarify, this is a rewritten story from 2017. Contains small amount of swear words. for Mature readers.
