by | Jul 30, 2010 | 0 comments

Who would’ve thought it would be so hard to say goodbye to a phone number.

Just spent a very draining hour and a half transferring my number to your phone and account- and realized, I will never dial that number again- you’d kept that number for probably ten years now. It was one of the very few phone numbers- probably along with my own and my parents- and maybe my best friend from elementary school’s home number- that I still had memorized.
I can hear your voice when you gave the number to someone over the phone. Exactly where you would pause, your intonation of each number. nine one seven…four nine four…six zero three nine.
And this I do not mean with the slightest bit of jest or humor-I will miss you dearly and remember you always.


July 30, 2010


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