Someone just called, “If you are not doing anything, come here and spend some time with me.”
I wanted to say, “I can’t”, “I’m busy writng a blog”, but I can’t.
I wanted to tell him, “dude, its too late”. Too late, after that lone, cold, dark night, when I didn’t call. And you didn’t either. The only difference being, I waited.
Love like all other emotions left me that day, when it knocked the cell phone of some else, in a typical nokia sound, at a ungodly hour.
He cheated on me. Again. For the last time.