I’m glad you couldn’t see me on the phone. I cried silently every time you were talking.
Your offer of a special eight-month infatuation package with free extras such as wild sex at the start but none later and crying really late at night is quite intriguing.
Throw in a free t-shirt and some affection coupons I’ll never redeem and you got yourself a deal.
I wasn’t crying!
I had too much water to drink and my emergency water overload system kicked in and it just happened to be at the end of Titanic, ok?
I stood there, completely still; my toes curled into the stiff sand, letting the waves wash against my feet and glide back into the sea.
Thunder crashed and the darkened sky cried, I threw up my arms to let the tears fall into my palms, while the salty wind whisked my own away.
Dark clouds bellowed and cried overhead. The nerve-rending sound drowned out her voice.
I sat there crying in the corner. She called a friend to comfort me, but the feel of cold metal piercing through my heart seemed more comforting.