a phone call to her heart.

Her- Helloo
Him- we have to talk
Her- Um?, ohkayy what's the matter.
Him- it is not what, it's us.
Her- What do you mean?
Him- I think It's done...
Her- What ?
Him- Your just making it harder for yourself.
Her- But I Love you,
Him I know, I love you to, & I mean it. Forever.
Her- But, But, But...
Him- No I can't handle this . . .
Her- What do you have to handle you wanted the pain, you asked
for the hurt.
Him - No I did not . . .
Her- you don't understand, you don't get it.
I'm Left with all your broken promises, But yet mine still stand,
I'm left with your fake feeling, I'm left alone to move on, I have
a treasure that I can't hold on to, I have to erase my favorite memories,
I have to accept that things are not the same anymore, I have to look at your
face and see your happy, not with me. . . I have to hear your final I love you
& not be able to truly believe that you ever really meant it?
Him- But . . .
Her - no buts, I'm hurt, it will never feel the same. * hangs up.

* dial tome*

Him- But I love you . . . I'm just not ready to have the chance of losing you,
but I think I just lost you . . .