Just A Phone Call
Should I call him
I should
I shouldn't
I should
I will call him
I can do it
No I can't
O come on cowgirl you can handle a bucking horse
But a little phone call scares you
Buck up already and call him
What’s the worst that can happen
Ok now dial the number
You have it memorized
I take a big breath
I dial the number but hang up right away
I try yet again I fail
The third time is the charm right
Ring...
Fire balls act like exploding volcano's go off in my stomach
Ring...
I almost hang up but it's too late
'Hello'
a woman answers the phone
'Hi uh... can I speak to Jayson? '
'Yes here he is'
I can’t breathe
My heart has stopped
What do I do now
Breath Becca breath
It’s just Jayson just Jayson
Nothing to worry about
Nothing at all
I think I'm going to faint
“Hello.” Jayson’s beautiful voice answers the phone
“Hi... um... how are you? ”
“Good... I actually wanted to talk to you Becca.”
“You... wanted to talk to... me? ”
Should I tell him
No he will think I’m a total looser
Should I tell him that I’m completely in love with him
We talk for what seamed for hours but really was only a few minutes
“Well I got to go Becca, it was nice talking to you again”
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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