The One That Got Away

Don't think for a minute that because I haven't been writing about you that I have forgotten you. Lots of my thoughts happen mostly while i'm laying in bed in the dark. So many things that I contemplate but don't bother writing because all I would end up doing is having to think and write at the same time. I wish I knew how you are now. The 3rd of July I left my phone on the bed in my room. Somehow my cousin ended up dialing your number. I wonder if it rang on your end. If it did, you probably thought I was calling you and then hung up after a second. I promised I would respect your wishes for me not to call you unless something ever happened to me. I won't call you now, but I never said I won't later on. Promises are made to be broken.