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I know it’s much more than just wishful thinking
Just say the words and you know I’ll be there
I read the new lines over and over again before saving the picture and swiping it away so I was back in the messages. She’d sent nothing else, just the song. It wasn’t like her.
I glanced at her writing again in the smaller version of the picture on the text, then tapped on my screen as the weight of my conversation with the guys fell off my shoulders.
The one?
Words . . .
I thought her response would never come. My amused smirk slowly fell as the minutes passed, and I’d nearly gotten to the point where I started messaging her again when the dots suddenly popped up on the screen.
Words: It’s just a song.
Words: No need to let a couple words in it freak you out.
A crease formed on my brow, and I hurried to respond.
They didn’t.
Words: I’ll change it.
Words: I wrote the new part this weekend because of our conversation, I just hadn’t sent it to you yet.
Hey, stop. What’s going on . . . are you okay?
I was messing with you when I sent those first texts. I wouldn’t have done it if I would’ve known that this would happen.
Five minutes passed without a response.
And then another five.
Words, talk to me. I’m here listening to you. Remember?
With each minute that passed, I got closer and closer to doing something I swore I would never do—calling her. I wasn’t ready to lose her. I knew I couldn’t keep her, but I couldn’t let her go yet, either.
Words: I think tonight might not be a good night to talk, Stranger.
Words: I’m sorry.
What the fuck. Words, what’s wrong? Fucking talk to me.
If it was how I responded, then I’m sorry. I was teasing you about it. You and I both already know how the other feels about it, that hasn’t been a secret.
Words: It’s not what you said.
Words: I’m sorry, but I have nothing that I can say to you.
That hurt more than it should have. It was the smallest glimpse of what it would feel like when she disappeared from my life, and it fucking hurt. I stared at her response for long seconds before typing back.
Tell me what I did so next time I can avoid it. Tell me what to do so I can try to make it up to you. Tell me something, anything, so I can stop thinking that you’re about to walk away from this.
Watching those three dots, waiting for her response, was agony.
Words: Nothing, Stranger. Nothing. And walk from you? Like you said, I don’t know if I’d be able to.
Then talk to me.
