[diary] 071023

The phone rings. It is a simple melody that always triggers a sense of nostalgia in me. Only one person can ring me up that way, and when it rings, I grab the phone and walk outside without excusing myself. To the voice on the other end, I offer a vague explanation for the uncharacteristically cheerful air about my voice. But the real reason, which I am too shy to admit, is to hear that voice that follows this pretty song, the voice I miss evermore.