I don't think I've ever felt this disappointing.
What I said before about not knowing the right words.
I meant it.
I tried to change gears and talk about the different shades of brown striped on the wall and how they made me dizzy.
Seven Hundred miles away and I've never been at such a loss for words.
So I whispered, "I love you."
I'd never heard a louder dialtone.
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