White Noise

When I was asked if it was humanly possible to stop loving, I wasn’t sure anymore…

Its 3 am and I wrap up my last call of the day. The case documentation is slow and I feel lethargic. I see a text box flashing on my screen, it is her… When was the last time I spoke to her ???… Was it last month …No... no … not last month… it was 3 months ago. Do I reply??? The screen flashes again …

I finish the case documentation and I switch off the screen. Too much pain… A weird sense of accomplishment overcomes me as I pack my bag, say my goodbyes and head towards to parking lot. I stop at the atrium and check my cell phone. The last message she sent me; ” Thanks for everything sweets” , my lips start to curve into a half smile…

DELETE

I think the time has come; next I browse through my contacts … its long before I muster the courage to delete her number. I tell myself “ … its for your own good.. “. I feel a warm tear roll down my cheek. “It’s not right for boys to cry” , I wipe it away. I see my cab waiting. I’m coming home …