The Call

Let’s talk about Valentine’s Day.

The way I nearly starved myself because I felt like talking to no one.  At all.  And the thought of having to say even Hello to my roommate stressed me the eff out. So, I hid in my room with a bag of Valentine’s Day candy and a pillow.

I spent a few hours looking up DIY wall projects for our living room and trying to decide how to work with the nasty green color the walls are covered in.  I like green, really, but this particular shade just makes me want to cross my eyes.

I spent some time with my google reader.

I sent a Happy Valentine’s Day text message to someone I probably shouldn’t have sent a text message to at all.

I laid in bed.

I laid in bed some more.

I continued to lay in bed.

I called my brother to talk for about two minutes, and then I continued to lay in bed.

Awake.

Maybe I cried a little.  Maybe.

I ate a fun sized bag of skittles and I laid in bed some more.

I thought about going out to get coffee, but couldn’t bear the thought of wandering eyes judging my lonesome, makeupless face on this, the Day Of Love.

I looked at the clock.  I scrolled through the menu options on my phone.  Through old text messages.  Through my contact list.

I stared at his name.

I stared at his name.

I stared at his name.

I hit send.

…

No answer.  I left about four different voice messages before I finally felt like I got one right.  Before I’d calmed down enough not to sound like a head case.  Like an emotional overload.

I said, “I miss talking to you.”

I hung up.

I finally decided I couldn’t take the hunger anymore, so I filled a bowl with spinach leaves and crumbled some crackers over them, smothered it all in ranch, and pulled up Hulu.

I curled up on the floor with a pillow and ate my “salad.”

I slept through Ghostbusters.

I picked up my phone just as the final credits were rolling.  8:30.  No missed calls.  No text messages.

I cuddled up with my pillow again, accepting, really, once and for all, that there would be no further communication between us.

Hunger seized me, so I started to get up and finally venture into the kitchen to find some real food.

My phone rang.

And an hour and a half later, he told me it would keep ringing.