Just Do It

I kept looking at my cell phone, but it lay silent and black. Let her make the first move. It was always me before, texting, finding the right ice-breaker comment or picture to share. It was a show of love, but it was beginning to feel one-sided. Was I a nuisance?

I wonder why he hasn't texted me? Was it something I said? I scrolled through our former texts. Maybe there was one where the tone could be taken in a different way. It was all platonic, very even keel. He'd said I was awesome, we were friends, yada yada. Maybe he was just busy. I'll leave him be.

Maybe I should check out Facebook and see if she posted anything. Perhaps a clue as to whether or not I'm appreciated or just a bother. Hm, nothing to indicate any emotional response.

I'm so bored and lonely. Maybe I should text. So far, he seems to be radio silent on social media. Maybe he is mad at me. You know what, there's only one way to find out.

I get a text. "Hey, what's up?"

I send back, "Lazy day, you?"