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Bottle it up

Hello?

Its me.

Are you okay?

Yes... I want to tell you something.

Can I say something first?

...

I love you. I do. Its as simple as that. I was stupid... I... god knows what I was thinking. I never wanted us to break up. I was scared... you knew me too well and it scared me. You're still the only person who knows me. I couldn't say anything before... remember when you told me you were getting married? I wanted to tell you then, but I didn't know what you would say. I did not want to hurt you again. I even thought about coming to your house and telling you everything... asking you to call it off but... what if you said no? Even when we met later, it took all I had to not ask you whether you were happy. I wanted to sock the guy. You knew I was a little drunk, right? I was too scared to see you after so long... but, you told me I can still make you laugh. So many times after that, I've stared at your number on the phone... I wondered what's the worst that could happen if I called and told you to divorce him... and, you called now, so I'm saying it... I love you. I didn't want to hurt you. I'm sorry.

...

Hello?

I'm pregnant.

Song for the moment: Love song - Sara Bareilles

Disclaimer: Fiction, of course :)

Comments

bhumika said…
thank god for the 'disclaimer' bit ;)
22 August 2011 at 12:15
G said…
@ bhumika - Hehe. We all learn I say. Besides, its better to have that there than be inundated with WTF-type questions.
22 August 2011 at 12:53
k said…
It's brilliant! :)
22 August 2011 at 14:48
k said…
Also, was thinking about the title. It could very well be a precedent as well as an effect.
22 August 2011 at 15:23
G said…
@ K - :) Thank you. I agree about the title; it works at so many levels, that I was rather pleased about using it.
22 August 2011 at 15:46
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