My housemate Jen often talks on the phone, nearly every night. In teenage ectasy. Very loud, squeals. Most of the time, I don\’t mind, but too much of it…is too much.
I hear her talking excitedly almost all the time and I wonder what happened to my own conversations. I haven\’t talked on the phone, caught in a pink-cheeked conversation. I haven\’t. Sometimes I miss that kind of effect that I haven\’t had for almost 2 years.
I remember when he used to call me and then I would collapse on my bed, talking.
I do remember the times when I would stare at the ceiling with tears sliding down my face onto the sheets. Painful all the same.
I miss what it used to be but I don\’t miss the pain.
Today, I got onto the bus after turning the nokia cellphone into Radio Shack. I saw a bus going, but I didn\’t run to take it. i felt slightly moody and wanted something. I got on the next one, stuck behind an old man. I showed my pass, shyly skirting around the old man towards the back. I spotted two seats in the back. I took the one in the back and sat down. Surprisingly, I felt a small tap. I turned around and to my surprise, I saw him.
Twice in a week. I felt slightly awkward as we made conversation.
I asked him if he was going to the ski trip this weekend…just random talk. And he surprisingly said sure, enthuastically. He came with me to the UC to pick up tickets…and then he went to class.
We\’ll see huh.