August 18th, 1989

August 18th, 1989

At home

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve lingered by the phone tonight, willing it to ring and equally tempted to pick it up and dial either the guy in Spain I think I still love or the gorgeous guy in LA that perhaps, given half the chance, I could maybe fall in love with.

Either way it doesn’t matter because the fact remains I’m home alone, feeling lonely on a Friday night.

3 comments

  1. Claudia Hernandez · August 18, 2016

    This is sad :/ hope you don’t feel lonely today!

    Liked by 1 person

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