"Now we just need to get on to the next part"
"I'm not sure we can"
You don't call. It's not your 'thing' to call and so you never did. Even when the blame was on you, even if you wanted to, even when you had to, when I plead you to, you don't. I on the other hand, had all your numbers on speed-dial. So imagine my surprise when my phone came alive. Not once. Not twice. But four times in total. "You know me too well," you said to me, approximately centuries ago, "sometimes, I think you know me better than I know myself." Correction: I do know you better. Your facade cracks and your voice would always betray you to me. That's why I can always tell. That's why I wasn't disappointed.
"My phone acted on its own. I never meant to call."
