Some days, I don’t know what to say. I listen and listen and I can’t find any words so I hope he knows that I care, even when I don’t say a word.
Occasionally, I can only hear him sigh at the other end of the line because he becomes the one who can’t find the words or doesn’t want to, and I wish I was there, even if he would still remain tight-lipped. We mistake the static as being cut off from each other and say ‘hello?’ every five minutes.
Once in awhile, the meaning is lost over the phone, and we take things the wrong way. A joke isn’t funny, teasing isn’t met with more teasing in return. We both hang up in confused anger, and I immediately want things to be okay again.
Everyday is another day that emotions are conveyed between the two of us even if we don’t actually see each other.
Sometimes he knows exactly how I feel when I just stay silent, or what I think when I say everything but. It makes me iffy; then I realise that at that point in time, he knows me inside out, outside in.
