subject line: voicemail confessional.

 

waco, texas

“You have reached the voice mail of....”, I punch the pillow and wait for the tone.
I just, I just called to say that calling or texting you will never be enough. It’s 2 in the morning, I’m drunk, and I can feel you. God, do I feel you. I’ll never understand how it was so easy for you to love me more than I loved myself, and why I didn’t realize that I love you just as much, until it was too late. I have nightmares of being buried alive, you shoveling the words I said to you, “I just dont love you the same”, onto my trembling body, destroying my hopes of ever getting you back. I guess all I’m trying to say is...

BEEP “press 3 if you’d like to delete this message and record a new one”

Delete

I just hope you’re happy and doing well