Jason
Ignoring the other messages, I click on her number and send a quick text.
Jason: You good?
Would she or would she not respond?
I stare at my phone in anticipation, my heart racing. It's so stupid, I'm a guy for fucks sake and my heart is behaving like it's pussy-whipped.
Mel: I am. You?
She responded!
Jason: Great
I want to ask her about the person she lost in death but how to approach the conversation is the tricky part.
Jason: Are you sure you're okay? Like really okay?
Mel: I don't know
Mel: I'm just overwhelmed I guess
With grief?
Jason: You can always talk to me about anything
Jason: I'm always ready to listen.
I could listen to her melodic voice for hours and not get tired of hearing it. She's not much of a talker, but if she was, I wouldn't mind at all. Bottom line, I'm willing to take whatever she is giving.
I guess my heart is right. I am pussy-whipped.
