To the woman I talked on the phone to,
There were so many things I would have liked to say to you. Secrets I dared to tell no one else, stories that fascinated and twisted the basic concepts of my mind. I could have spoke for hours to you, educating you on things you already know, hoping some piece of information I threw at you was new. You were always patient and listening, I knew you'd listen again, but the beeping on my phone rang shrill in my ears, warning me that our time was almost up. I had left the phone on the table, forgetful as its life slowly drained, and now I was talking to you, trying to squeeze as much information I could into the short amount of time we had. You were unaware of why I was so rushed with my voice and my information, and I managed to tell you right before the phone died in my hands. I hope that the important information, the things you needed to tell me, were spoken before the cutting off of our voices. The phone is now charging, but I know you won't call me again. Not for awhile at least. I light a candle for you in hopes that our words stay in each other's minds until we get a chance to remind them to each other.
Until then, I'll be waiting by the phone
A Silent Caller.
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Short StoryWe all have things we want to say to others, but we never seem to say them. Whether it's lack of confidence, or loss of oportunity. But what happens to these words after we don't say them? They die, and become forgotten in our mind. Writing on the B...
