But don't let her touch your spirit.I'm at Starbucks, sipping my latte and happily typing on my computer. It is cathartic. Warm drinks and writing. Nothing better. Until I hear a familiar trill from my backpack.
A text message. My heart pounds rapidly. My breath is shallow. My fingers, weak. They fumble around the keyboard, drunks colliding, unable to maintain their space.
I have to check it. Finish your sentence. It will not be him. Finish the sentence. I can't feel my legs. Finish the sentence. Please let it be him.
The drunkards complete their task and I am free. I turn and unzip my backpack hanging on the back of my chair. I dig for the phone. A calm washes over me. I will soon have my answer. I locate the phone and click, light up the screen.
No messages. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. It wasn't even my phone.
Made me laugh too. He might have broken my heart, but he ain't crushed my spirit.
1 comment:
What a great attitude to have! We've all been there, when every note from our phone makes our hearts stop and hopes leap.
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