"Hi, you've reached Rory Flanagan. Sorry I didn't pick up your call, but leave your name and number and I'll get back to you!"
'To rerecord your message, press the hash key.'
"Right. Okay. Man, this is harder than I thought. Hi, Rory. It's Sam. I just wanted to see how you're doing now that you're back in Ireland, what you're up to these days. I - I miss you, Rors. I miss the way you'd smile every time you caught anyone's eye, regardless of whether or not they liked you. I miss the way your eyes sparkled whenever you got excited, and how in the sun you could see a hint of green in them. I miss how you always smelled like…Well, I can't really identify your smell as anything other than YOUR smell. I miss the way you'd take my hand and smile over at me every time someone complained about their family, because you knew how it felt to be away from your family, and how much family really means. I miss the way you would just hold me when we were alone. No talking, just us being together. I miss your kisses most of all - from the brisk pecks on the cheek when we were out in public to the ones you'd give me when we were home alone, which were much different! I love you, Rory. And I know this is incredibly selfish of me to ask, but…I want you back. Here with me, so that I don't have to miss all that stuff. So that I can wake up and you'll be there next to me, doing that adorable little snuffly thing you do when you're asleep. And when you wake up, I'll be right there, like I always have been. I know I've just said this, but…I love you, Rory Flanagan. Please don't already have fallen in love with somebody else."
Sigh. Hash key.
"Hey, Rory, it's Sam! Just calling to see how you're doing now you're back over there. Don't be a stranger!"
Hang up.