He asks me to be mature, so I press down on the green phone symbol on my cell phone. Preparing for his voice I shut my mouth and in my anger and haste a tear escapes.
His voice feels like honey to my ears and a gurgle of pain and betrayal bubble through my quiet demeanor.
"Hello?" He sounds exasperated, "If this is you, please talk, let's be honest with each other; be mature!"
I close my cell phone with a snap, and bite my nails.
He wants me to be mature about this, fine, I will be.
But only after I feel strong enough to.
I get another text from him and I don't look at it.