The End Of The Line

And then he told a story about the one that got away, about how one day he woke up and it had all changed, about how extraordinary days start with ordinary mornings.
I listened and wanted to say something but didn't know what so I didn't.
He smiled grimly and said it was funny.
It didn't sound so funny.
He said it was funny how he still wanted to hear from her. He said it was like wanting to become ill again.
I imagined his phone ringing right at that moment. I imagined her voice at the end of the line.
I imagined him being happy and ill and it was funny and sad but I didn't say anything and he didn't say anymore.