She cried gently into the phone
“This happens every time...you get drunk and you decide that you don’t love me anymore”.
There was a silence so loud that for a second I thought that’s the only sound I’d ever hear again.
I wanted so badly to tell her that she was wrong..but instead I hung up the phone all together.
I sat my phone down and crawled into bed.
I pressed my face against my pillow and I whispered so quietly that I don’t even know if I actually even said it out loud.




“I don’t”.