Dear you,

You never called.

I waited forever. I paced the hall in my apartment with my phone in hand for days, only barely sleeping, hoping I would just hear it ring.

I know you're busy. I don't blame you for not calling.

But it honestly doesn't stop me from being sad.

I saw you two weeks ago now. I can't wait anymore.

It looks like things will go back to the way they were. Nothing will change.

It's not even like I expected them to.

But you'll never know that. You'll never know anything here.

You'll never read this. I know that.

But when I feel alone, I take comfort in the fact that I can always pretend you will.

-P.JM