Breaking up sucks.  Period.  However, my last one was especially traumatic because the whole thing really ended before it had a chance to begin.  And because I was generally shocked (man, that is the worst – when you don’t really see it coming).  Anyway, the backstory is unimportant, it’s one sentence of the conversation that sticks in my head despite getting dumped a month ago.  Here it is:

“So, what does the next phone call sound like?”

What does it sound like?  Really?  You want to know now what the next call’s going to sound like?  Perceptive though I may be, you want me to hypothesize on my reaction the next time you call me?  First, it’s going to be you calling me because I’ve deleted your number from my cell phone.  Second, there’s no guarentee that I would even pick up (although then I run the risk of you leaving some assinine message that I’ll inevitably have to suffer through to delete).  Third… ugh, there is no third… what was going to be a blog about hypothetical phone call conversations between two former friends and lovers is slowly devolving because that Alicia Keys song came on my iTunes and now I’m just sad.

The next call sounds like silence. 

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