You didn’t know that I wanted you to. You didn’t know that I needed you to. But I didn’t know how to tell you that. I didn’t think I could, or even should. I didn’t know how to say, “I need to talk to you.”
But you called. For no other reason than to find out how my meeting went. Which in and of itself makes my heart beat a little faster for you. And I sort of cried. But I didn’t know where to start or what to say. And you just said, “OK. Let’s just start at the beginning. Tell me who all was there.” And for some reason that was all I needed. I told you everything–how it all went down and the resulting mish-mash of feelings.
And you listened. And you didn’t make me feel dumb for crying about it or being upset. And then you said all the right things.
And then you made me laugh.
You could have hung up at this point. I know how busy you are and how much you need to get done before tomorrow. But you didn’t. You just kept talking. About little things. Insignificant things really. But after forty-five minutes, everything was right in my world again.
So I guess I’m just wanting to say thank you. Thank you for calling.