Today I found a missed call from my muse. Unfortunately I wasn't near my phone to take it. I hope she's OK.
Just the thought that she might try to call again is filling me with hope. I love the way she makes me feel even when we don't talk. She's always done that to me: made me feel giddy just thinking that she'll call. Even 14 years ago, when we had just finished lunch and though she would call me in the afternoon. I couldn't concentrate on work and would stare at the phone willing it to ring.
That was when I knew she was talking to me; before she said goodbye. Now, even though we're not supposed to be talking, I still wait in anticipation for her call.
Not that I doubted it, but I never stopped and never will stop loving her.
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