27 April 2009

2 A.M. Texts

Catie fucked up his world again last night, and she didn’t even know it. All she did was text him “I miss you”. It was 2 a.m. She did miss him. What was so wrong about letting him know?

He didn’t sleep after he got her message. He stayed up all night, thinking about what it meant.

He decided to tell his best friend about it.

“Now I won’t be thinking about anything except that for the next month.”

“Did you respond to her text?”

“Yeah. I wrote ‘You have no idea.’ She didn’t answer back.”

“Well, maybe she does have no idea. I mean, well, you’ve seemed so happy with Melissa. How would she know?”

“It doesn’t matter how happy I am with anyone. Because it still isn’t Catie.”
No disguise can long conceal love where it is, nor feign it where it is not. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld


  1. belle8:40 pm

    how sad... - one of ur reader.

  2. it's not overt, like bleeding. it resides down deep, like bone pain felt only when you are lying in the dark. it's an emptiness, a hollow. it whispers so lightly you don't hear it unless you listen. but it's persistent. it taps your shoulder until you look at it. missing someone is pain mixed with sweetener. the taste lingers on your tongue until you swallow and look away.

  3. No one texts at 2 AM, it was prolly spam! :)

  4. Love the quote. Enjoyed the story. Short and to the point and oh so true!
    P.S: I'm back to blogging. lol


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