What would you do after a long day at work, at uni or perhaps after a long day? All I would want to do is press number 7 on my mobile. Then I’d roll around in bed telling my stories and asking about his well-being. Talk cock. Joke and laugh my ass off. The sound of his voice is my instant pick me up.
What would you do, if you had free movie or concert passes? Who would you want to go with? It’d definitely be my #7.
If ever I was in pain, say for example I have a stomache. I’ll send a short text to my #7. In return I wanted an empathy text with a little comforting words and I’d be smiling from ear to ear. Forgetting the fact that am in pain.
At times, I’d have trouble sleeping. First thing I’d do is press #7 and he’d put me back to bed. I’d be knocked out within seconds listening to the soothing voice.
So what am I to do now? Press #7? I wish. But instead I don’t and can’t. I promised myself that he deserves what he wished for. Thus, I shall respect his decisions. While I playfully press the numbers without calling.
What to do cockadoodledoo!