Z.

Your name in the notification bar sent my heart into a spiral.

Maybe "heart" is a bit dramatic. Stomach seems more appropriate. But then again, my heart physically fluttered so many I'll stick with that.

I opened your message immediately. There was no hesitation like I normally have. I was hoping you wanted to meet up. Again, there would be no hesitation. Your place, my place, it wouldn't have mattered. I would have made it work.

But no. Instead of the message I was hoping for, there was a polite one asking me what the name of that band was. I smiled and gave it to you, remembering the moment when you had first asked. Will there ever be another moment like that again? Was it your duty to heal my feminine spirit? Was that your role and now it's over? Just like that?

Or maybe that was your way of keeping in touch. Either way, keep in touch, keep me in your back pocket. Keep me wherever you want to.