3am phone call... pt.2

I assume that I know exactly what you’re going to say…
I’m not.
“Remember the day we spent making cookies, cupcakes, brownies and other stuff.”
I do, it was one of those days where we really didn’t want to do much and were happy hanging out in our pajamas. We had thought that it would be brilliant if we did some baking. We started off following the recipes but as the day progress we just threw things together, hoping that somehow things would turn out good. We burnt our first batch of cookies, ended up with coco goop, and salty cupcakes. One of us had mistaken the salt for the sugar. In between, we had a mini food fight, spilt the milk, and shared our first “I love you”s.

“I do”

“What happened? We were so happy.”

I have no script for this; this isn’t the conversation we usually have. I can hear in your voice, that you want a genuine answer.

“We changed, we grew apart.”

“Why? We were supposed to be the happily ever after couple. The ones that made it through the thick and thin, we were the role models.”

“Maybe there was too much pressure. I don’t know, Stacy, I don’t know why we didn’t work out.”

“Do you think we could ever…”

“No, I don’t think we could ever be together again.” I say the words so that you know and I know that it’s not possible. I don’t want to talk anymore. “Look, it’s late, can you call me tomorrow, I want to go back to sleep.”

“um, sure, oh and by the way, I still do love you”

I hang up before you do any more damage. While you may not remember the conversation tomorrow, I sure as hell will. I didn’t need to hear those words, not from you, not now, not ever again. Not that I don’t love you, but it’s that I do love you and somewhere deep down I’m still in love with you. We will always be friends but I don’t think being a couple is something we should ever do again.