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His calls bring me happiness
but they also bring me dread that sounds really bad, doesn't it? but he calls and gets interrupted a million times we don't even talk about "us" because he's embarrassed because its a "private thing" and his roomate could walk in at any second and he doesn't want to take that chance so i'm always wondering if he would rather be doing other things which i know he would... he's in the city he doesn't want to be cooped in talking to me... sometimes i wonder why he even bothers... he gets me all worked up. all just dying to see him dying to talk to him about anything and then he's laughing at something or listening to music or talking to someone that walks in then the feeling is gone and sadness comes instead now it's 9:45 his time and he's going to sleep after me telling him something sweet and him saying "oh i miss you" then "i'm tired. goodnight" it's like...everything is around his schedule if he doesn't want to talk to me...he shouldn't call me because although it brings me so much happiness to hear his voice it brings me dread to hear the halfness in his voice the half of "i want to see you" and then five seconds later he's talking to someone else more later. he called back.
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