I hadn't heard a word all day, after a very long discussion the night before. I sent her a message, wishing her a good day.
"All done. Missing you. How was your day. I miss you." was her reply.
I was surprised at the emphatic admission of missing me and was moved, for just a moment, at the idea that she might, actually (miss me). I know the way these things work though; an admission like that will inevitably bring some form of destruction later.
The movers had finally arrived at her house and she was with them, having trouble with the company she hired to ferry her things (our things) to San Francisco. We'd been sending messages back and forth and then she called me to tell me more about it.
She knew that I was at a show with a friend, which is part of this cycle. She was home while I was off doing things that she would want to be doing and she didn't know who I was doing them with. This is the sort of situation that's most prone to make her text and in this case, even call (a rarity).
We spoke for a few moments and she assured me she'd be in touch when they were done and had left the house. When they left, she sent me a message saying she was going to have a glass of wine with her friend and I asked if she was still planning on calling me.
"For sure we are just a couple blocks form my house"
I continued on about my night, taking into consideration the time difference, and when I went home, I laid down ont he couch and fell asleep with the phone on my chest. I woke at eight in the morning to no messages, no missed calls and I called her, to make sure she was alright. She didn't answer, but she called me back moments later.
"Is everything ok?" she asked
"Yes, I wanted to make sure you made it home safe. You said you'd call and never did".
"I forgot".
We'd gone from an astounding admission that she missed me to (supposedly) forgetting that she said she would call all in a few hours with no issue's arising between us in the meantime. I wasn't surprised, mind you, but being right brings less comfort than one might imagine. At least this time, I hadn't waited up.
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