I was finished my lunch and went back to the office today and while I was speaking to my coworkers my phone rang. And I thought it was Courtney calling me to tell me something that she forgot because I just got off the phone with her, while I ranted about what to do with the Scott Situation.

And there he was.
His number was vibrating on my phone.
And I held my breath.
And I stared at my phone for 10 seconds before I realized what was happening.

And I asked my coworkers if I could take this phone call, and then stepped outside. And then I took a deep breath and opened my phone and I heard his low voice reach my ears.

"Hi..."
"Hi."
"It's been a while."
"Yes, it has."
"Sorry, I haven't called."

And all I mustered out an 'it's okay,' but I don't even remember saying it because my mind was going a million miles per minute, and the lump in my throat reached the back of my teeth, and all I could think about was...'yeah, you better be fucking sorry. It's been two months, asshole.' And then his voice carried another sound in my ear that I haven't heard in months.

"It's nice to hear your voice."

And then I was shaking and trying to remain calm. And, I only remember bits and pieces of the conversation because all of my energy was being expended to keep composure in my quiet building. Like, the way your drunk and only flashbacks of sobriety keep you feeling conscious.

"Yeah..."
"What are you doing?"
"Oh I'm a work."
"Where do you work?"
"Same place."
"Oh... Well, then I guess I'll let you go."

And my heart skipped another beat. That's it?

"...Wait, did you want to talk?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, I should be home around 7."
"Okay, I'll talk to you at 7."

And then we got off the phone. And I felt euphoric liberation. This overwhelming feeling of relief. Like when you scored something big. Like an award. Or a prize. Or winning the lottery. Like at the end of the movie, The Pursuit of Happyness, where Will Smith gets accepted for the job and he starts to cry and when he walks out in te middle of the street silently clapping his hands in the air in a crowd of a billion people.

That's what I feel like.

And his call was enough. We don't even have to talk later. There's no need. There's no need. Because what he said was enough to get me through this.