Just be the bigger person. Just pick up the phone. Just do it for you, if not for…
My cell phone is made of Kryptonite. Every 30 seconds when I long to flip it open to make sure it is still in its fully functional capacity (because it MUST be broken if it’s not ringing yet, right?) I just pretend it will melt my hand if I touch it.
Kryptonite.
And yes, I might be checking my e-mail at least 3 times every hour, but I refuse to click the ‘compose’ tab because that just equals me reaching out. Being the Bigger Person. Searching cyberspace for an answer that should be coming from you.
I define the Bigger Person as ‘She who is blue in the face with indignation.’ Stubborn as a horse lead to the water, you cannot make me drink.
I will be the smaller person. The person living in a cocoon of silence, quietly plotting all the lines I will throw at you when you finally come around. I am strong. I am stealthy. I am lying in wait.
RING dammit!
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