"I guess, I uh, gotta go so I'll -",* you say in a lilting tone I know all too well.

(Even though you would never really want the call to end, I can't help but
think that when you leave the conversation, you'll leave and drive away the
second you can.)

Resisting the urge to say words that will make you stay, I fail to remember that this is just a tired game.

"Wait, no!" I hear scattered laughter through the phone and I let out a frustrated groan.
"You know I hate when you do that," I pout.

"I would never leave you," he reassures me.  I can't help but chuckle.

**"I don't think there will ever be a day where you fake a goodbye and I won't say 'wait'."