(Found this in the archives. It must have been written in 2007, because I know whose voice I was afraid of hearing. Wink wink.)
One night, months and months ago, I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling while feeling particularly empty and lonely.
If only, I caught myself thinking, If only my future husband knew my phone number, and I were allowed fifteen minutes to talk to him…
Even in my hollow condition, the idea felt magical and nudged my face into a crooked grin. What would you say if you had fifteen minutes to talk to the future? Whose voice would cross time and space to speak with yours?
Could a stranger win your heart?
What if, somehow, this Imaginary Husband HAD called, and I RECOGNIZED the voice? Would I be delighted, or petrified?
Maybe he’d spend our fifteen minutes swearing at me. Would I have the guts to slam down the phone, or would I listen in horrified silence? Perhaps he’d have an incoming call and leave me on hold. Would I be wrong to take that as a sign?
Being a romantic, I of course assume that he’d soothe my troubled soul, not rankle it. But what if he called ME for comfort, right when I was incapable of helping anyone? Then it’d be real life, a real marital dilemma. Ha! Great!
Just something to think about.
Drop what you’re doing and ponder this for sixty seconds; whose voice are you hoping to hear these days?
If I could pick, I would have liked this guy to call me. But he never did, even when after observing and waiting I told him. On the other hand, I want anyone who loves me to call me, that’s always nice =)
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Wow, what a great thought – I shall try to keep that in mind to encourage wise choices!
Also, dear Jaunty, I’m sorry I have been MIA…I hope you are well.
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Smiley Woman – That man is a mystery.
Angela – Absence makes the heart grow fonder, lady! No worries.
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