G called me yesterday. My phone was charging, and I missed the call. He left a voicemail, which he rarely does anymore. It was quite a simple:

"Hey...It's G. Call me back? Okay, bye."

He sounded a little...hesitant. Maybe not hesitant.

A bit like a child coming back to his mother after she's been angry at him. Tentative, a little hopeful.

Maybe that's my imagination, though.

I haven't called him back yet and he hasn't called again.

Perhaps I will call back later.

It feels better to have him a whole country away again. Safer.

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Rosie.

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