Date: 8/10/2020
By peachkeedi
I was on the phone, pacing around my old neighborhood from childhood. I was calling an old friend, Danny. He didn't answer, so I left him a voicemail. I pictured us together, talking. I said he hurt me. I said I missed him. I said I loved him. I said I always thought we'd grow old together. I said goodbye. Then I hung up, crying, and looked up to see him walking across the street. Panicked, I stopped crying and went silent. I hid from him. He didn't look how I pictured him. He looked run down, and disheveled. He looked like he was on drugs. He didn't seem to notice me, which is what I wanted. I had already said goodbye to the Danny I loved, and I didn't know this guy. I didn't want anything to do with him. Then I woke up.