and i hate that sound. the one that means you're gone, and i'm alone again. i always stay on the line, hoping that maybe, by some miracle, it won't come. but it always does. and you always do. sometimes i listen for a few minutes. maybe it will stop, i think, maybe he'll be back. but the tone just repeats itself. it taunts me, as if i need another reason to cry, as if i don't already miss you enough.
