I received a missed call this afternoon. I was holding my phone, it was on silent, and if not for a split second glimpse of what I thought was a text message, I wouldn’t know it was an incoming call. It was so abrupt that it was obviously a call that the initiator did not intend to make. And it makes sense after I saw who it was from. It was from a number that I kept “just in case” until the end of the school year, which has been over for a month now.
I am not sure who dialled my number, it could be the owner of that number or if not, could be someone snooping without permission. One thing that I can say I’m sure of is that my number was still in that phone. And this is what I find interesting.
No, I did not feel any excitement with this incident While a quick thought passed my mind - that maybe I will finally get the apology I deserved from last year’s disrespect - I quickly dismissed that idea. But I would like to leave it as perhaps remorse has come to commemorate an exact full year this weekend.
I can still forgive and I am confident it will not shake me anymore because I’ve cured that part of my brain already, thankfully. Then I’m just about to complete another one to end my current insanity.
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