telephone phobia

it took all the resolve i had to call her last night, to get over teh tense fear in the pit of my stomach that she'd pick up and i'd babble like an idiot and not know what to say. i hate phones. but i picked it up and punched in teh numbers and she answered on the first ring. 'it's two months today,' i said. 'i know,' she said. i didn't know if she remembered the date. 'i've been so happy all day, running around and telling people it's been two months,' she continued.

a few minutes later i hung up, but right there i knew we had a better chance this time. she didn't remember when one month rolled around, but now at two she knows. for once she's just as committed as i am.

and i'm on top of the fucking world.