Things Change

[Gravdigr]

The last time I had a relationship of any value things were simpler. If the phone (the one on the wall) rang, you had to pick it up and answer it, cuz, it might be her. If there was a knock at the door, you had to answer the door, cuz, it might be her. And that was it. And sometimes, even just those two things were just too much, and you'd just let the phone ring, or not go to the door.

Now, if the phone (the one on the wall) rings, I have to answer it (no Caller ID), cuz, it might be her. If my cell phone goes deedle-deedle-deedle, I have to grab it and look at it, cuz, it might be her, calling. If my cell phone goes dee-deedle-dee-dee, I have to grab it, cuz, it might be her, texting. I now have to check my e-mail several times a day, cuz, it might be her, e-mailing me from her phone. I have to check my e-mail also, cuz, it might be her, sending me a picture. I now have to keep my phone on all the time, cuz, it might be her, calling at anytime of day or night.

Before, it was just the one phone, and the door, that's all I had to worry about. Well, that, and the occasional note under the windshield wiper (cuz, it might be her).

Things change.