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The phone rang.
My heart jumped.
I thought it was him.

I looked at the screen.
Saw it wasn't him.
I smiled. I picked up.

It was her.
We chatted for a while.
We said bye.

When will he call?
I'm worried.
I'm still waiting...

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A little something-something I felt like writing.  Don't know what to call that.  They don't even rhyme.

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All's Not Well Because It Won't End Well!

Today started out great.

Woke up, found Honey Lips at his usual spot - in front of his desktop, Facebooking -, greeted him with a "Good morning!".  Usually, he comes to wake me up but I got up early today. 

Had breakfast.  Toasts and tea.  Cleaned whatever needed to be clean.  Then we sat down in front of the TV. 

"What are you cooking for lunch today?", he asked me.

"What are YOU cooking for me today? It's Mother's Day.  I'm supposed to be doing nothing at all today.  You're supposed to treat me like a princess today", I demanded. 

Well I'm not a mother.  Miscarried twice.  But still, he wished me Happy Mother's Day! He might as well treat me like a queen today! Right?

Silence. 

We turned our attention back to the TV.  Minutes later,

"You put the chicken out to defrost.  What are you making for lunch?", he broke the silence. 

"I'm not cooking", I mutinously repeated. 

And then the fight started.  (I don't exactly remember how (or why) it all began but it sure as hell did.)

FYI
In my relationship there are two types of fights.  The one where we throw stuff (not at each other) to show how angry we are and the one where we add insult to injury.  There used to be three types of fights - throwing stuff, trading insults and the silent treatment.  After we moved in together, it was mostly the fuck-you-type of arguments, with the occasional breaking of inanimate objects thrown in for good measure.  Fuck schmuck! The latter proved to be an expensive 'hobby'! So it was back to exploring the English Language.  Until today. 

The cold shoulder bitch is back.  Honey Lips finally made his way to the kitchen, cooked us a meal, served himself (when we fight I don't feed him so that's his revenge),  and totally ignoring me.  He went back to his desktop and started playing love songs.  The lamenting-type of love songs! (Thank you YouTube!)

So I grabbed my laptop too and opened up Facebook.  My newsfeed shows that he dedicated a song to me - Lost in your eyes by Debbie Gibson.  In return, I sent him the song Perfect by Hedley.  The message is in the chorus. 

And guess what?  We're still not talking to each other!

Crap!