“Why do we overcomplicate things? Take our lives and twist them in circles? Make our emotions messy and muddled and misconstrued until we aren’t even sure what we’re feeling anymore?
Pick up. Dial. Pause. Speak.
It’s really just that simple.
I hope that ache cuts deep, I hope that loneliness sets in, and I hope, most of all, that you reach for me. Across skies and galaxies, across wind and weather and static phone lines. Across cities and states and different dreams, I hope you reach for me.
Because no matter the time or distance, I’ll always love the sound of your voice.
There is a world of difference between us. Words that were said, and bitten back. Laughter that was shared, and stifled. Thoughts that were expressed, and held hostage in our brains.
Regardless of where we are right now, your name will still taste like strawberry wine and first kisses. Like naïveté and stubbornness. Bittersweet.
I hope you think of hanging up a million times, but you don’t.
And I hope my ‘hello,’ is just what you want to hear.
Timid. Eager. Confused. Calm.
To your Dial. Pause. Speak.
And I hope our voices fall into rhythm, thousands of words and stories to share. Across oceans and rivers, towns and memories, and years passed between us—I hope that phone call fills the gap.”
-Marissa Donnelly, “When You Miss Me, Just Call”, Thought Catalog2016