"I think I'll be okay. All my bad thoughts have gone away and I feel less happy and more empty." Nooky was not my closest friend but he considered me to be his. He was there for me more than I was there for him. "Why don't you just end it with him?" Nooky groaned. He had moved on from being sympathetic and had become more exasperated with me. I can't end it Nooky, you know that. We belong together and I just have to wait until he realizes that.
"I want to spend the night with you, you don't sound too hot right now," Nooky said. "I'm packing up a change of clothes as we speak. I'll be there soon."
"No, Nooky, you can't come over. I have to work and I'll be exhausted tonight. It wouldn't be much of a slumber party." Don't come, you goddamn son of a bitch. I'm fine, leave me alone. I belong alone. "I'm fine, really." We hung up after a few more minutes of talking.
My legs ached, but before I sat on the bed I pulled off all the sheets and threw them to the side of the room before lying down, hugging a pillow to my chest. The E.E. Cummings poem came to mind, "I like my body when it is with your body, it is so quite a new thing," I said quietly. I felt my eyes get warm as if they were going to singe off my eyelids, and the tears began gathering on my lashes before pooling over. I sighed shakily, and rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. I felt sore and exhausted; my eyes were drooping and my back felt incredibly tense.
"Come home, lovely," I whispered to myself. "Come home and find yourself."
The phone began to rang and I resisted the urge to stomp across the apartment and hurl the phone across the room to stop it from ringing. It rang a dozen more times and I groaned, wishing for it to stop. There was a loud beep then a long pause with just heavy breathing. "Leave him alone," they whispered, then they hung up. Their voice was shaking slightly and really quiet. I felt a shiver go down my spine and my eyes widened.
"Andrew!" I whispered, scrambling for my cell phone and dialing his number. "Andrew? Andrew, she knows."
"I want to spend the night with you, you don't sound too hot right now," Nooky said. "I'm packing up a change of clothes as we speak. I'll be there soon."
"No, Nooky, you can't come over. I have to work and I'll be exhausted tonight. It wouldn't be much of a slumber party." Don't come, you goddamn son of a bitch. I'm fine, leave me alone. I belong alone. "I'm fine, really." We hung up after a few more minutes of talking.
My legs ached, but before I sat on the bed I pulled off all the sheets and threw them to the side of the room before lying down, hugging a pillow to my chest. The E.E. Cummings poem came to mind, "I like my body when it is with your body, it is so quite a new thing," I said quietly. I felt my eyes get warm as if they were going to singe off my eyelids, and the tears began gathering on my lashes before pooling over. I sighed shakily, and rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. I felt sore and exhausted; my eyes were drooping and my back felt incredibly tense.
"Come home, lovely," I whispered to myself. "Come home and find yourself."
The phone began to rang and I resisted the urge to stomp across the apartment and hurl the phone across the room to stop it from ringing. It rang a dozen more times and I groaned, wishing for it to stop. There was a loud beep then a long pause with just heavy breathing. "Leave him alone," they whispered, then they hung up. Their voice was shaking slightly and really quiet. I felt a shiver go down my spine and my eyes widened.
"Andrew!" I whispered, scrambling for my cell phone and dialing his number. "Andrew? Andrew, she knows."
