To Want You

69

69

The sky was still bright. And the day is still young.

The sound of a balanced volume radio fills the air. I gaze at the window and realize it wasn’t traffic as usual. I’d assumed it would be hella traffic due to the fact that it was a holiday and you’d expect people to be out of their house partying or stuffs.

They’re probably just home sleeping in.

The car. It’s playing my favorite song.

But I can’t enjoy it.

I turn to my side, facing my bag that sat comfortably beside me.

I unlock the zipper and begin pursuing my mission of the hour.

I scan through the stuffs inside my bag. My fingers graze every aspect within. From the side pockets, to the bottom eat part of it, between items and I still can’t find it.

And he notices it. “Are you looking for someone thing?”

“My phone. I mumble under my breath, knowing well enough he could hear me. In the past, I didn’t have to shout all the time. Abel heard every mumble and grumble that came out of me. Which probably explains why we argue a lot.

But then again. Who doesn’t argue between friends? I believe it’s like a love language. After a few more minutes invested on searching, I gaze up. I bring my hands away from the bag and let out a sigh.

It’s not inside.

I must have left it at the library. It would be gone by the time I arrived. But I guess that’s fine. I was planning to purchase a new phone anyway. I just couldn’t find the right time or reason to do so.

“Did you leave it? Do you wanna turn back?”

I shake my head. “No it’s fine.”