I couldn't tell you.
because if it were me, and I were on the other end of the phone, I wouldn't believe it.
But then all of today, I'd find myself thinking about it.
Testing the weight of my unsaid words on the tip of my tongue, rolling my eyes at myself. Shaking it off, coming back. Scoffing at myself, coming back.
Back, to words that've burned themselves into my vision when I squeeze my eyes shut.
There cannot possibly be anyone else I'd want, for a really really long time.