Hang Ups

If you go back to this post, you will find a picture of my boyfriend, Art. (It's not an actual picture of my Art, it's kind of a joke). Because we have a long distance relationship, most of the relationship happens over the phone. Thus the phone becomes kind of like a symbol for him.

Talking with my beloved boyfriend is wonderful, but unfortunately the conversation has to end at some point. This is the worst part of playing telephone with the one you love. It's late at night, or he has to go somewhere, and we really must let each other go.

So we take our time saying goodbye, and we usually say it several times, because we really don't want to get off the phone. Then we say our final goodbye. And sometimes I wait. Because I don't want to be the first to hang up.

At the same time, it kills me to hear the beep on his end telling me that he hung up. I hate hearing that. But I hate it on my end too! I don't want to hang up on him! I don't want him to hang up on me! It's a struggle I go through every time. And I don't know which one I hate more.

I wish that we would never have to stop talking. Of course, I wish even more that we could stop talking on the phone and talk all the time in person instead. One more year. We will make it one more year.