All I wanted tonight was to call you up and talk. To ask about your day and tell you about mine. I wanted to tell you that doing crossword puzzles isn’t any fun without you. I wanted you to say you miss me and let me say that I miss you. I wanted us to commiserate on the relative suckiness of our days. Instead, you shut me down. We were on the phone for less than thirty seconds. Twenty-eight to be exact. Twenty-eight seconds from hello to goodbye. And I don’t think you even heard the longing in my voice for the conversation to go on. I heard the frustration with the day in yours. And I just wanted to talk. But you shut me out. And now? I’m sitting on my couch, trying not to cry. And now, tonight is way worse than it was earlier. I reached out. And you walked away.