Five thousand, nine hundred, ninety one. Three, three point four six.
He would be laughing right now if he read this. Look at you, I told you that you could do math.
I know what is going on when my parents call me to them that one night. They already have my phone, they tell me I text too much.
I know, as soon as they show me the phone bill, it’s all going to be over with. My stomach does a strange maneuver, and I feel terror in my throat.
“-and I suspected that a young man has captured the attention of my daughter.” My father finishes.
Sugar, that’s you.
They look to me. I do too, but I am gone. A numb, hollow shell stands in my place. My secret. The secret that makes me smile---why my phone is on me at all times.
Oh sugar, that’s you.
The precious, precious trust I once had with my parents disintegrates before me. Right when I need their undying support. It is as if I have trekked across a crumbling bridge, and right as I reach the center, the ropes give.
Down I fall, the nooses around my neck. An icy wall goes up to protect my numb heart.
Three.
Three days I cry my heart out. Nonstop. Tears to sleep, tears to dawn. I do not sleep, and when I do I only dream of him.
3.46%
The chance I met my love while surfing the internet.
He would be laughing right now if he read this. Look at you, I told you that you could do math.
I know what is going on when my parents call me to them that one night. They already have my phone, they tell me I text too much.
I know, as soon as they show me the phone bill, it’s all going to be over with. My stomach does a strange maneuver, and I feel terror in my throat.
“-and I suspected that a young man has captured the attention of my daughter.” My father finishes.
Sugar, that’s you.
They look to me. I do too, but I am gone. A numb, hollow shell stands in my place. My secret. The secret that makes me smile---why my phone is on me at all times.
Oh sugar, that’s you.
The precious, precious trust I once had with my parents disintegrates before me. Right when I need their undying support. It is as if I have trekked across a crumbling bridge, and right as I reach the center, the ropes give.
Down I fall, the nooses around my neck. An icy wall goes up to protect my numb heart.
Three.
Three days I cry my heart out. Nonstop. Tears to sleep, tears to dawn. I do not sleep, and when I do I only dream of him.
3.46%
The chance I met my love while surfing the internet.
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