I was a text message junkie.
I carried on entire relationships within the confines of my Blackberry.
Why?
I think it was just easier than hearing the melodrama of life. Texting 'It'll be okay, sweetie...' to them was just so much less painful...
I think I cheated them. I need to hear them. And they need to hear me (you know who you are).
I loved thinking about every word. I loved the luxury of time to make my verbage count. My communication was so effective - or was it? The human touch was missing. My cadence, my energy, my tone...and theirs...
Now I'm over it.
No more Cyrano de Bergerac-esque antics. No more Liasons Dangereuse messages.
Amy's back. I'm ready to listen.
I'm sorry.
Call me.
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