three december 2009
four : seventeen p.m.

and i knew i needed you for something, but. this isn't how it was supposed to be. i didn't need to get completely hooked on you and then have you pulled away. i didn't need the last lingering image to be your fallingapartshoes / handonyourneck, and i didn't need the last sound to be that laugh.

and i'm sitting here holding your phone number on the tiniest slip of paper, and i am too scared to dial it.