The silence that followed felt heavy, but I hoped she’d eventually understand.
Waiting for her response as the seconds passed, she surprised me by replying calmly, “You're right, Robert. I'm being a bit foolish and—”
“No, you're not foolish. I understand where you’re coming from, and you aren’t foolish. Not at all.” I interrupted her, and she sighed heavily from the other end.
“I’m sorry, Robert.” She began, her voice soft and barely a whisper as she asked again, “How have you been?”
“I've been doing well. Except for images of a certain strawberry blonde beauty running through my head every second.” I replied honestly, with a silly grin.
“Oh, Robert.” She chuckled lightly, and I joined in.
“I've missed you so much. I don't think you understand, love. I couldn't stop thinking a
