I don’t, uh.
I guess I should start with a hi or something.
We haven’t spoken in years,
but last I heard you were a manager for Barnes and Noble,
I hope that worked out for you. One way or another,
at least.
So,
really,
this needs to be an apology.
A lot of these calls are apologies.
I don’t.
I’m sorry.
No.
I mean, I am, but I’m apologizing about my voice.
Having trouble.
Sorry.
I shouldn’t have called.
Point,
point is,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that I really believed I loved you when we both knew in the back of our minds it wouldn’t last. We were young and you were the first passion I ever felt, but I still.
I should.
I should have known better.
I didn’t mean to convince you.
your couch is still my most romantic memory.
I should go.
