“Maybe, against all odds, I still haven’t lost hope.”
“That’s bollocks. You put my surname in my contact info in your phone.”
“How the hell did you know that?”
“I saw it earlier when you showed me a message from our conversation.”
“Oh.”
“I can’t believe you would do that. After everything. Just like that.”
“It wasn’t ‘just like that’. How dare you? It was hard and I battled with the decision for months.”
“And yet here we are. I am now a commoner in your phone and life.”
“It’s because you were never that that this is so hard.”
“Bollocks.”
“You know what? Fuck you. You have no idea what it’s been like. You have every right to be angry but don’t air it out to hurt me. Both of us are hurting and angry so if you still love me try and not hurt me more.”
“Ach. You’re right. Fuck. I know neither of us want to hurt the other but we are. And I do still love you.”
“Maybe this is why I still have hope.”
“But the surname…”
“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that things have been so hard and it’s as if we haven’t been there for each other at all so I did it. But it feels wrong. I see your surname and I get an eerie feeling, a gut clenching sensation that all of this is wrong.”
“So, hope you said.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe.”