As I slide back into the cold leather seat, the computer whirs quietly.
It’s been a long day.
A missed instant message greets me with a loud ding and a flash.
You have one missed message!

His words float across the page, black against the stark white backround.
My heart races as I read the words over and over again.
Yeah
I did
Because I love you
I click out of the box, and stare at the screen in shock.
But then I realize words can’t replace the times when you didn’t call, didn’t try, didn’t care. When you only wanted me for entertainment and nothing else. When I was your last priority.
And here he is, asking for another chance.
I re-open the window, and type a quick response:
So, what’s the occasion?