Can't teach an old dog new tricks
I should've known. They always say you can't teach an old dog new tricks and they're right. We'd only been talking for five minutes and we broke out into an argument! It's different now, though because before, we argued about not talking and now that there's no silence, we want to talk and don't know if we should.
You're not going to talk? Fine. I'll talk. You didn't handle things right at all. You could've talked to me. Told me that you were having trouble at school and weren't going to graduate.
I want to tell him how much he hurt me. How much he screwed everything up for me. All that time away from me and then turning up out of the blue thinking that it would all go away. I love you. Three little words don't change a whole year of having your heart ripped out again and again. Trying to hide my feelings from my mother, from his uncle, from the whole damn town. And then he goes and leaves me again. Always in and out of my life. Ships that pass in the night. But I've had enough. I want more. I've always wanted more from him.
So I'm here again. Clutching my cell phone. Ready to hear his voice for the last time.
A click and he picks up.
I'm done.
