Twenty-Four
NOVEMBER-18 YEARS OLD
Even though you tell yourself that you don’t care if he calls, you do. You look at the phone, check the cord to the wall, dial 411 just to see if it’s working. Then somewhere around the second evening you stop checking. Third day, you give up hope that he’ll call at all. I’ve seen my friends go through this many times and swore I’d never be here. Audrey opens the door and peeks in.
“Can I come in?”
“Of course.”
“Nothing?” she asked as she sat on the bed beside me.
“No, but that’s okay.”
“You are going to be okay, Kelly.”
“I know.”
“He wasn’t what was important anyway. It was you. You allowed yourself to be happy. Right?”
“Yeah, I did. Audrey?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you. I love you.”
“Kelly, no matter what happens, I will always love you. I’m sorry I w
