What they mean by the end

I want to pick up the phone and say hey it’s me. I want to listen to you roll every syllable together in that funny, rushed way I always adored. To hear the safety of your voice down the line and not think about anything at all. To spin a story about my day where you are still the only one I want to tell.

The bitter has been sweetened by wine and time; when I heard your name just now it made me smile. I think this might be what they mean by the end. When the hurts and the pain have gone away, how it really just comes down to this:

The sudden desire to say hey it’s me – and how the phone stays in my pocket.

Little Clicks Joanne Piechota

Image by Joanne Piechota ; Repost of this little realisation by Me

“I want you to know that I have loved you all along. And even when we’re far apart …”