7 Years... his side...

alright second installments.


Riiiiinnnnnng….

The sound of the cell phone ringing in my ear, only serves to make me more impatient.

I know she can see the damn phone.
Refusing to answer my calls is so f!cking childish!
My mind briefly flickers back to the pictures.
What was I thinking?
Hell, I wasn’t even really digging the chick
But it was just that a picture. Well 2 pictures. Hell it doesn’t matter, she gone let 7 years go because of a couple of f!cking pictures?
It wasn’t like they were porno style joints or anything.
I hear the voicemail pick up.
I hang up and hit redial

We’ve been through this routine before. She’s going to eventually pick up the phone.
Dayum it.
She’s turned the phone off.
Im pissed off. I mean after 7 years you would think we could at least handle this as if we are adults.
Im tired of automatically being placed in the position of being wrong.
Shyt when she messes up, its never THIS big a deal.
I don’t make her run behind me and apologize over and over again.
We hash it out and its over.
Hell yes, im lucky to have her, but she is just as lucky to have me.
I feel my phone vibrate against my hand…
I look down, though not the call I was expecting….
Something in me was secretly glad it wasn’t…

“whassup”………
“whats good….she giggles… the sound of the giggle is infectious. I feel myself smiling……