I keep waiting for that phone to ring, waiting to hear his deep voice say, “I’m sorry,” with that laugh of his that reassures me that everything in this world is more than fine.
But the harder I stare, the more silence there is, and I’m only getting more disappointed by the second.
He said he needed time…for what, I don’t know. But I guess I’m willing to give it to him.
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Waiting For An Apology
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Waiting For An Apology
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