...i'm getting sleepy okay... bye, love mmm. good night mmmnight... bye? .......not gonna see you tomorrow? hmmm, we'll see. mmm... okay. night. night.
finally, a call. not just another one of those "hey how are you doing" calls or "i'm bored so i'll bug you" calls. it was 10 in the evening, when my phone started ringing in my pocket. i was on my bicycle, making my way home from ronda's. i picked it up on the second call just outside of my house, a bit short of breath from the ride. it started out with the usual banter; making me guess where he was (in the middle of a field, lost, apparently) and what he was doing (trying to find his way back) and me saying "and i'm out on the street biking home, approaching my house.."
a short pause.
then, quietly,
" do you realize how much you mean to me?" ...(shock) "...no?" "do you realize how much you mean to me?" "noo.." (so say it) "..." (feigned lightness) "...where is this coming from?" "i don't know. being all the way here just puts things into perspective."
