I pressed the last number, my heart breaking at the click.
I didn’t do anything. I know this to be true because it’s not just theory.
It’s fact.
Not only by my perspective but by yours.
Or did I do something wrong? Something microscopic to cause this event.
Was it my laugh that I used all too often? My smile? My body?
Ring.
I did everything for you, not wanting a single thing.
Except that one special thing you do.
Special.
The word is dead.
Ring.
I can’t see anymore. My vision, stroked.
No expectations for an answer.
Hope big and life will spit in your face.
I will not be another victim in his crime scene.
Ring.
‘The sun will come out tomorrow’
I’m going to bet my top dollar.
I refuse to be another victim.
Beep, beep, beep.
Your something more then perfect.
You’re my epiphany.
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