The Call

"I love you," she whispered into her pink cell phone. Nothing but music and the rustle of paper returned what she thought was an open and honest expression. "Did you hear me?" she paused. "I said I love you."

"Oh yeah, sure babe," he responded halfheartedly, attention somewhere beyond her words.

She hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath, releasing it slow. She loved this man. She thought she did. She wasn't sure anymore. He had been her first. Her first kiss. Her first boyfriend. Her first lover. Her first and her only. For seven years she had been attached to this man. Her love never wavering. His love, always the same.

Was his love really love? She hadn't thought about it before but it was in her mind more often now. He never mimicked her feelings. She loved him first and foremost. His love for her seemed to be if he had time after Madden. Time after work. Time after movies. Did he love her? If she loved him but he didn't love her should she stay?

These were the thoughts that ran threw her brain in the split second when she hung up the phone. They had no children, she was young. She had her entire life ahead of her still. They didn't live together, she could grab her things, and leave the key when he was at work. He wouldn't even notice initially. It wouldn't even be ghosting because she always initiated contact.

Her mind was made up.
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