Imagining her by the phone, dead from something horrible, is somehow less sad than imagining that she might not like me.
Does that make me a horrible person? Does that make me worse than her?
Maybe she called and my phone is just broken. Maybe I need to buy another phone. Maybe I should call her and tell her and find out if she called, you know, tell her that if she called then I didn’t get it, because my phone was broken, but I’ve got a new phone now, so you know, if she wants to call, it’ll work. It will work and it will work.
