Monday

Another six days pass without word from him, and I am bereft. I try to push him out of my mind, but am dreadfully unsuccessful.

Today I delve into my work, glad for the distraction. Around 4:15 p.m., I am in my boss’ office, discussing a new client. It’s nearing the end of the day, and if David were going to call me, he would’ve done so on his lunch break. It’s too depressing to think about.

I return to my desk and my cell phone is blinking madly with a new message. I have missed a call.

In one swift movement, I swipe my phone off my desk and nearly run out into the hallway. As soon as I hear David’s voice, I clap my hand over my mouth to muffle a scream of joy.

“Hey, where's my beautiful little disco bunny? I miss you. I’m sorry I haven’t called you. It’s been pretty crazy around here. I got good news, though…I did it...I’m out! I’m a free man. And I would love to talk to you. I’m just up at the bar around the corner, havin' a beer and grabbin' a bite to eat. I’m pretty beat. I’m stayin' with my mom, so I’ll try and give you a call back later. I hope you get this message. I’ll talk to you soon, all right? I love you. Bye.”

I’m suddenly filled with gratitude that the hallway outside my office suite is deserted, because I am bouncing around like an overexcited child on Christmas morning. I’ll never know exactly how he has the ability to move me like that, just by leaving me a voicemail.

I listen to his message twice more before forcing myself to return to my desk.

I love you.

Nothing can touch me for the rest of the night.