It's hard trying to live in The Real World
It has been weeks since that fateful night at the hotel, and I still sit by my phone anxiously awaiting her call, hoping to have another chance, even if just one more night, to talk, to share my soul with her. But without so much as an "I'll call you in a week!" or "I'll be back in a month; see you then!", I know neither how long to wait, nor if the call is coming at all.But don't cry for me. No, this time it isn't a sexy one-night stand whose sequel I (still) await. This time, I have found myself in a situation that I would never, not in a million years, have thought I would stumble upon.