private correspondence
A private thread where an innocent delay turns into worry, guilt, missed calls, crossed boundaries, and the sharp moment when she refuses to let his pride disguise how much he misses her.
Private line
My love, hi.
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Mhm.
I know.
I’m sorry, my love.
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I’m sorry, darling.
I got a little delayed.
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Caleb, don’t be angry.
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I’m sorry.
I’m sorryyy.
I’m sorry.
I got distracted.
Roman was telling me stories about kindergarten,
and we were laughing.
I got a little delayed.
Caleeeb, darling,
don’t be angry.
My love, please pick up.
I didn’t mean—
God.
I’m sorry.
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I admit it.
I was wrong.
I’m sorry, darling.
I am really,
really,
reeeally,
God,
so terribly sorry, my love.
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My love, I don’t know what else to add.
I am very sorry
that you didn’t sleep
and that you were worried.
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Caleb!
Do not cross boundaries!
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Once you cool down,
then we will talk.
I don’t want to listen to all of this.
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But that does not give you the right to yell.
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Yes.
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I don’t know.
God, the whole mood is gone.
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No.
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Let’s do it in the morning then.
I was in such a good mood.
I don’t want to blame you
or snap at you.
I’m going to sleep.
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Caleb!
Don’t do that.
God.
I don’t want to fight right now.
I am trying to smooth things over.
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Oh, go away.
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I have no idea.
Is it really that hard
to admit that you miss me
and that you need me?
Why hide behind all this pride?
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I don’t even want to listen to this nonsense.
Since you are so proud,
sit there and purr to yourself.
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