it's that time of night. when the sun has gone home to rest. the moon has come out to play. you've been working all day. perhaps out for a night with the girls. but now you're inside. home. alone. stripped down to your t-shirt and your panties. crawled into bed. pulled the covers way up over your head. and waited for sleep to come. over take your body. quiet your thoughts.
of him.
you place the phone on the nightstand. slide it as far away from your itching fingers as it will possibly go. you could just turn it off. or put it in the front room. but what if someone tries to reach you? what if someone dies in the middle of the night? or has the irrepressible urge to hear your voice at 3 am?
like you long to hear his.
that's when the feeling comes on the strongest.
to grab it back. scroll through the phone book. select his name and start typing.
hey. how u? what ya doin?and then you stare at the screen. the words. going over in your mind all the reasons why this is such a bad idea. or all the ways that this might be just the thing to open up the lines of communication.
i miss you.
u up?
but "you know if you pick up that phone, write that letter, send that two way, you gon say some things" that you might regret. and he might say somethings. do somethings. plan somethings that you don't really really want to happen. aren't trying to do. but something is better than nothing right? you just want to hear from him. talk to him. see him.
or he might not respond at all. and then you're worse off than you were before you caved to your weaker inner woman.
cause you had said you wasn't gonna text/call/blackberry messenger/gchat/facebook his ass no mo. and you meant that. you promised yourself, your 3 best girfriends and baby Jesus himself that you were done. that it wasn't worth it. that it wasn't goin nowhere. that it had been over for weeks, months, years. that you wasn't really feelin him like that to begin with. so why pass the time or fill the space with something less than?
and you can't go back on your word.
even if it's that time of the night. and you're lonely. and you want to so so badly. and you could blame it on the alcohol and the hour.
but you can't
you won't
you don't
cause that would be too desparate. a lil thirsty. bold and brazen. un-lady like. out of order. and against everything you promised yourself you wouldn't do.
so you reach out, place the phone back on the nightstand. breathe deeply. close your eyes. and let common sense quiet that voice inside your head. let sleep overrule that part of you that wants to give in.
stay strong. until tomorrow night.
