He sits there in a groggy state of mind laying his head on my shoulder. I know that he needs to go, he has to go because I don’t want him falling asleep at the wheel. The worst thing about our relationship is the hour drive front & back. Along with the gas, there’s tolls. What an expensive relationship, but at the same time, there are strong feelings, so the end result is always the best part of the whole experience!
The clock strikes 11:40 p.m. and he must head out the door. I hesitate because I don’t want him to leave, but it’s time. We walk out to the car and do our usual make-out session. Then, at the end, he says, I’ll text you when I get home. That’s always what we do, text one another when we get home. That’s always how it’s been and will be. Okay, I whisper. Then, he’s off.
I wait until I hear the chirp from my phone. I’m up until 1:10, then fall asleep with my phone by my side. At 1:34, I wake up and check if I got the “Home” text I’ve been waiting for. Nope. It doesn’t come.
So many thoughts run through my mind as I sit there with my phone in hand.
Why hasn’t he texted me yet? Did he forget? My thoughts went from negative– he got into an accident, he fell asleep at the wheel or something happened with his car, to positive– he was so tired that he forgot to text me or he lost his phone.
When 1:45 a.m. hit, I jumped out of bed and sought my younger brothers advice, If he doesn’t text you by 1:50, I would call him. 1:50 came & gone, nothing. So, I called him. In no way did I want to call him because it was almost 2:00 in the morning and he might get startled. But, at the same time, I knew that it had to be done. I pushed his name & waited for his voice. He didn’t pick up. Now, at this point, I felt sick, nervous, apprehensive, disgusted & worried. What happened?!
Again, my younger brother advised me to call him once more. I did, but this time, I left a message. That was it though. I texted him first called him twice & left a voicemail. What more could I do? It was out of my hands.
I could barely fall asleep because all I could think about was him. I tried to reassure myself that he merely forgot to text me because he was so exhausted. 6:00 a.m., I checked my phone, nothing, 8:00 a.m., nothing. 9:15 a.m. I woke up and saw a text from him sent at 9:08, Hey sweetie, im so sorry. I went to sleep as soon as i got home and just simply forgot to text you. =/
I knew it! I called it! I wasn’t angry. I was relieved that he texted me. I just wanted to be sure that he was alright, okay, unharmed & he wasn’t. I hardly got any sleep last night because of it. And, for some reason, I missed him so much today.
It was just such a worrisome night!