| It all began one lonely night. After eating a wonderful | | | | a mutual "I miss you", and into the land of dreams I |
| tenderloin steak, enjoyed with a nice California | | | | fell. The next day went by uneventfully, with this |
| Cabernet Sauvignon, I began to thumb through the | | | | nagging feeling eating away at me. The tone in her |
| contacts in my cell phone. Old names popped up, | | | | voice seemed strange last night, and although I |
| memories flashing through my brain like machine-gun | | | | attributed it to a slightly inebriated misinterpretation, |
| fire I should not probably endure. Then her name | | | | there was still something that didn't...well, seem |
| popped up, and the question came to me on how to | | | | RIGHT. I called her as I said, true to my word, when |
| get my ex girlfriend back. | | | | those dreaded words came out of her mouth. |
| Perhaps it was a combination of hormones and the | | | | "We need to talk.", she said rather pointedly. |
| lustfully high alcohol concentration of the wine, or | | | | "Sure babe, what's up?" |
| perhaps it was a realization that I had made a crucial | | | | "Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but a lot has |
| mistake so many years ago. The bottom line, I | | | | changed since we were together" |
| wanted her back, and now! It began with a series of | | | | The plot thickens. That sixth sense kicked in, warning |
| text messages along the lines of "How are you?", | | | | alarms screaming in the control room of my mind. |
| "Long time no talk!", etc., but the question still ate | | | | "Well, I know, things have changed a lot on my end |
| away at me like The Raven of Poe, "How to get my | | | | too. I miss how things were, how great we were |
| ex girlfriend back?". | | | | during the good times. I dream of us, and those |
| After texting back and forth, the night wore on. | | | | times we once shared together." At this point, I had |
| What started off innocently enough soon turned to | | | | dug myself into a hole with the dirt precariously |
| reciprocated texts like "I miss you, I miss us", she | | | | perched above me. |
| and I growing closer with each letter typed. As the | | | | "Umm...Well...I don't know what to say, but I guess |
| clock struck 2:30am, however, I grew tired of typing | | | | this is the easiest way to say it...I want to |
| and asked if I could call her. We spoke at length | | | | know...umm...God this is embarrassing..." |
| about the little things in life, how the weather was, | | | | "What?" |
| how life was treating her... | | | | "Can you help me? I want to know how to get my |
| We agreed due to the late hour that we needed to | | | | ex girlfriend back." |
| speak more often, but not tonight. | | | | I pulled off the side of the road and watched the |
| "I will call you as soon as I'm off work", I stated with | | | | sunset. |
| confidence and longing. The conversation ended with | | | | |