THE NUMBER GAME

The phone number. That's another thing. Its just a collection of digits, after all. Who'd have thought it? That a set of numbers can cause pain. Such pain. Every time.
- From the book I am reading.


Numbers can cause pain. Such pain. Every time.

Like
The number of times he'd promise to call and never would.
The number of times he'd promise to meet and would not show up.
The number of number plates you'd scan through to find that one plate with familiar numbers.
The number of lies he'd tell you with 'To be very honest' in them.
The number of women he'd screw, with you being one of them.
The number of pills you'd pop in to pop him out of your brain.
The number of messages you'd delete to erase him from your cell memory and your memory cells.
The number of sleepless nights and months and years you'd spend so that you can stop dreaming about him.
The number of thoughts you'd want to stop thinking so that you can rethink your life.
The number of times you'd run away from the places that would bring back the memories of his place in your life.
The number of times you'd fight your past with him to have a future without him.
The number of years you'd wait before you can stop waiting for him.
The number of tears you'd waste thinking of how he used to make you smile.
The number of times you'd try to move on and would still not get anywhere.

and yes,
The phone number. That's another thing. Its just a collection of digits, after all. Who'd have thought it? That a set of numbers can cause pain. Such pain. Every time.

Big time.