I really hate the way my heart leaps into my throat every time I hear that One Beep.
My phone is often set on “one beep” mode, and I have become very adept at picking up on that single little beep to tell me there is an incoming call. I often prefer that one beep to silencing my phone whenever I have to keep the noise down.
What’s bad is…nobody gets a special beep. So I never really know who is calling when I hear that One Beep.
And my traitorous heart just leaps every time it does. I still keep expecting it to be Him. Why? I shouldn’t. I still expect Him to call and tell me about His day, or to ask about my plans. I still want to hear his voice. I still want a line of communication between us…one where I can somehow still say, “I miss you. Oh god, I miss you.”
But really, it’s just a silly beep. Probabilities are, it’s my mom calling to check in on me, or some random auto warranty sales pitch.
It’s never going to be Him.
& I miss it. So very much.
Just One Beep.
Stop and Stare 