Don’t call me if you really don’t care. These superficial conversations like hello, how are you etc. hurts me more than you think. So, if you don’t care, don’t call. Please! If you don’t talk to me, at least I can make myself guilty about something, practically anything. I’m pro at conceding guilt. Because I can live with guilt, what I can’t handle is ignorance. Maybe you don’t understand me or maybe I failed to make you understand me. But what’s there in love about understanding. Love is all about feeling for another person and understanding him for who he is. It’s not about …heck… I am digressing from the point; I know one thing: one can’t make anyone love anyone. If that’s not meant to happen, it won’t happen. But what I worry is that maybe one day you will call with love in your heart and I won’t be able to return those feelings.
I won’t call you.
When he dialed her number and brought the phone to his right ear, he didn’t expect that his remaining self-esteem would get crushed to the powder. He can’t stop thinking that girlfriend, boss, and everyone around him sucked him dry like a soda can lying next to a dumpster.
