Butterflies in Flight–Conclusion

Something inside of me urged me to call him. What if he hangs up? What if he doesn’t want to talk to me? Pushing the pessimism aside, I dial his number. He answers!

“Hello?”

“Hey Victor! It’s me…” I hear the dial tone. He truly doesn’t want to hear from me! Desperate, I call again. This time, I hear the answering machine. I leave him a message. Right now, I’m sitting at my desk crying my heart out. I just have to have him in my life! I get back online and I see his reply to my e-mail.

Claudia,

Sorry about that, I hung up because I’m not supposed to be on the phone when I have company over. Anyway, I heard your message and your e-mail. You can call me around 4:30. Well, I gotta go. April and I are nearly finished with our project. Have a good day.

I can’t believe it! He actually told me to call him! At 4:30! I mentally willed the clock to reach 4:30 but it was only 12. I tried my best to make the time go by faster, but everything moved soo slow. It felt like my life was going in slow motion. Finally, 4:30 arrived.

“Hello?” Victor answered.

“Yes Victor, it’s me Claudia. I’m sorry about everything you know?”

“Yeah I know, so what do you want to talk to me about,” he asked.

“I do want to talk to you, but I think you should hear something first,” I told him.

“Umm okay sure,” he replied.

I turn my CD player on and play “4 Seasons of Loneliness” by Boyz II Men. I then place the phone so that he can hear the words loud and clear. After the song was over, I went for the kill. “I hope you can take me back please! I’m lonely and desperate without you. You mean the world to me and I can’t lose you! I’m sorry about being a brat, well bitch actually, but still, I hope you will take me back! Please I love you!”

After I said that, my heart stopped in my chest. I could tell he was thinking about everything I said. I can’t tell whether or not he wants me back, but it’s driving me insane! Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he tells me something I didn’t want to hear: “Let me sleep on this and then I’ll tell you tomorrow okay? I need to go and work on some things before I hit the sack. I’ll talk to you later,” then he hangs up.

I spent the rest of the evening speculating about my future with him. Is he going to take me back? Or is he going to dump me? Sleep evaded me; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fall asleep. I ended up waking up an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off (I set my alarm to 6:30 every morning). It was Tuesday morning. I got online and talked to a very good friend of mine. Then, Victor came on.

HoTsExYmAmA: Hey

Vicissexy: Hey

HoTsExYmAmA: what’s up?

Vicissexy: Nothing much, u?

HoTsExYmAmA: Nothing here. So what did you decide?

Vicissexy: what do you mean?

HoTsExYmAmA: You know, whether or not you want to take me back.

Vicissexy: Oh yeah right. Well, I thought about it and I made up my mind.

Dread filled my body. I bet he doesn’t want me back.

HoTsExYmAmA: You don’t want me back do you?

Vicissexy: Don’t be so negative

HoTsExYmAmA: So…you want me back?!?!

Vicissexy: Umm yes hehe.

YES! HE WANTS ME BACK! I felt like running a marathon. I couldn’t contain my excitement.

HoTsExYmAmA: Why did you want me back?

Vicissexy: Well, my brain said no, but my heart said yes.

I didn’t want to know anymore; we spent the next two years together. We had so much fun around each other. No longer was I insecure about being around guys. In fact, by the end of our Sophomore year, I had tons of male friends. My life was back together again. You know, I feel like a butterfly. A butterfly in flight.