Tuesday, 26 February 2013

He loves me, he loves me not

*Present Day*

It had been 42 hours since my last call from Eden and I was going out of my mind. I needed to know what was going on. I called the Correctional Centre to ask if by chance he had been relocated. I was advised that he was indeed still there. I felt slightly better, though a nagging voice in my head was still whispering
If he loved you he would call...

I decided that it was time I distracted myself, sitting by the phone was not working out for me. I plugged my earphones in, turned the music up as loud as it would go, and got stuck into some work. I started to feel better, I'd been thinking about nothing but Eden for days, it was a relief to finally switch off. My phone rang a couple of times, the first my mother, the second my friend, and I happily chatted away and thought nothing of it. When I hung up from the second call, I received a text informing me that I had a voicemail message.


Sure enough the voicemail was from Eden, and there was no way I could call him back. My heart sank right down into the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe I had missed his call. I tried my hardest to focus on my work again, but I just couldn't, I was so disappointed. 

I headed into a meeting and sat there staring at the papers in front of me. I was rude, dismissive and irritable because it was the last place I wanted to be, and my colleague was the last person I wanted to be talking to. Then my phone rang.

I picked it up and ran from the room, ducking straight into an empty office and closing the door. 

"Hi!" I practically shouted at the end of the automated Correctional Services greeting. 
"Hey! How ya goin? I tried to call you earlier!" Eden sounded as excited as I was. 

He explained that the previous day they had been in lockdown, so no one was allowed out of their cells, and I couldn't hide the happiness from my voice, I was overjoyed to hear it. We talked quickly, trying to fit as much in as we could in the six minutes we had. And yet he still said none of the things I wanted to hear, and I still said none of the things I wanted to say.

I hung up the phone and skipped back to my meeting. I apologised to my colleague, took my seat and spent the next 30 minutes being very polite and productive. A six minute phone call and I was on top of the world again.

He may not have said it, but he doesn't need to.
I just know it, I've always known it, since the day I met him.
There's something magical about Eden and I.
He loves me. I know he loves me.
Doesn't he?


  1. Nice story. But I'm still not convinced it's love. Lust maybe, the excitement of the chase and cheating but not love. Also, I hope Adam gets in the loop sometime soon. He deserves the option of choices too.

    Looking forward to the next instalment.

    1. I agree with Rachel. I've been following your story and look forward to the next post.

  2. I used to HANG OUT for a phone call from the Husband when we meet all those years ago - so I know the feeling you are talking about.

  3. Ooooooh! The plot thickens!

  4. Oh the joy of waiting for those phone calls! He definitely feels something. :)

  5. Of course he loves you. Just sat and read all your posts, OMG, oh so awesome. Fairy wishes and butterfly kisses to you

  6. The excited rush of hearing that phone ring for another fix! But is this true love? #teamIBOT was here


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