Hey, again. We haven't spoken in so long. How are you? How have you been? How many days has it been since the last time we spoke? Tell me about them, all of them. Or better yet, talk about something you love. How I used to be able to coax you to do. Speak to me roughly, yell at me, just...don't leave me in silence. Because I can't bear to be alone. Because I am not as strong as I show. Because deep inside, all the fears I don't show flow beneath the surface. Tell me about your smile. Has it faded away? I hope not. How's your family? Your love life? What color shoes did you wear yesterday? When did you last wear a dress? Is it okay with you, if after every topic that you speak we digress? I don't want to stay too long in silence. Because, I learned long ago that between lovers and friends there are times when there's nothing wrong with a little bit of silence, and other times...so how was your day? Is something wrong? Is nothing wrong? Can I congratulate you? Console you? Can you get me outside of my head? Is it sad that I twist and I turn in every direction like a wounded animal? Is it bad that whenever I stop to think I just wish I had a gun held up to my head? So, how about the weather? Strange, isn't it? How it feels like our skin could just boil off. And I just think that maybe, this time, we could stay up until I see another ray of sunshine, rising, as it always does. So I can murmur to myself that after every night comes the dawn and with the dawn comes the light, and, and-oh, that was just your ringtone. No, no, it's fine. I don't want to leave a message. Can you hear the desperation in my voice when I say goodbye?