I Promised So I Called
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Hey, sorry it's so late. I'm glad I got your voicemail. I mean, not that I don't want to talk to you. It's just, you know, not sure we didn't really have a conversation anymore. Because I like so where you're working now, are Are you dating anyone? And hope your parents are doing well, huh? I am sorry. I'm rambling. Uh, I'm nervous. This is just so stupid. I'm not really sure my called. I mean, I do know why. Because you made me promise. I would. I ever thought it. Not that it matters. I am just being dramatic. You probably don't remember that can play if I remember that. I can't believe. How do you? Honestly, Pretty sure. I was drunk. Drunken, sad, big surprise, right? I keep thinking about it, though. I mean, all those nights we spent on the hill above West Hall watching the sunset with Carla, Rosie and our water bottles, though the sun hit the windows and just went blinding gold for like, 10 minutes from that ground hog the chase, the squirrels and gotten had on the climbed up trees. You picking a corns on the grass and me making wishes on dandelions. Your fancy diver's watch. I don't know why I remember your watch. Cash just makes me so mad sometimes that that I can remember that and other things like I can't remember your life anymore. I used to love your life so much and and that scar above your lip And And I know your eyes are blue because I wrote them down in my journal, like like a solar eclipse. I wrote light just bursting from the center. But I can't picture them Those the whole stupid point of writing this stuff down so I wouldn't forget. I am so sick of forgetting. I mean that if I get it makes life easier. We'd go insane if we remember everything we'd ever lost. It would just be too much for our tiny human brains. So we're built to drift away. Let the memories fade out quietly, gently. I just can't get over that because not things really. Really. Unless you remember it. And if nothing's real them What does any of it matter? I used to think I couldn't live without you. Couldn't I couldn't fathom going a day without one of our stupid jokes or home conversations or comfortable silences. But I can and I have. That terrifies me. I never would have called you if I hadn't promised. And you wouldn't have called me. What? I don't even tell you if I died. Probably. No. We just find out on Facebook just like everybody else. I didn't want that. I don't want that. I told you I'd call. I promised. And maybe you don't even remember anymore. But I dio I remembered, and I promised. So I called. Please remember that at least.