the envelope IV

As I lay myself down on my bed, can’t help but to think of her, throughout the day .. till the sky goes gray. It has been a couple of weeks since I last heard about her, and I can still feel the tingling sensation of her tongue stroking against my gums … spelunking the in’s and out’s of the jagged crevice of my wisdom tooth … and oh, how had I been longing for a real sex than to feed the roaches in the stinking sewer of my ghetto apartment…

Then I got myself up from the rancid smelling bed (coz I can’t fucking sleep) and switched on my computer for another useless hope of seeing her again. It was a struggle of sanity for me … as I’m suppose to hate her for all that she had done to me. But I don’t know why I kept that gleam of hope that somehow one day … we’ll be back together like how we used to be. As if … I’ve been in a trance … in a dream … orchestrated by that cruel sukebe bitch.

As I was ransacking my pair of balls for a spot that i can scratch on, suddenly, I got a blinking envelope. It was an email from an unknown name. Immediately, I opened to envelope icon … with the message that reads

“My phone battery running low, pls call +6013769229. need to talk to you urgently..”

Somehow, out of my dilapidated mind, I forced myself to believe that this unknown sender was her…. and that she had sent me an email (asking me to call her…) …..begging for forgiveness … begging for the long lost love …. and for the 150 bucks i still owed her when I was short of money to pay for my rent.

Suddenly, it felt as if i’ve inhaled helium … I begin to float. Butterflies danced inside my stomach … and my body goes antigravity. It’s the same feeling when I first kissed her sweet lips crossed with the feeling of defecating a real big piece of shit.

Without procrastination … I took out my mobile phone and called her number,

“uh uh uh .. ah ah ah ah …”
“…….”
“uuuuhh uhh uh uh … ahhhh ah ah”
“Knock it off …. I know it’s you … i can recognize your moan …”
“uuuuuh uh uh uh uh uh”
“Speak up already … ok ? Now that I’ve called … what’s so urgent ?”
“uh uh uh ah ah ah”
“Hello ??”
“uh uh uh uh … ah ah ah”
“??????? WTF is this ????”

I hung up on the phone when I realized that I have been pranked. Being pranked in a nostalgic hour like this .. is like rubbing salt into my already ailing wound. So… here I am .. a fool .. still living my day off lying myself to believe that one day … we’ll be back together.

*this story is 100% fictional… any similarity of this story with any living person or animals on planet earth … are purely coincidental …and the author shall not be legally held accountable for it.