Pull Away - 10thDoM RoM Challenge MUSE 3

Chapter III - An Ambiance of Technology

In the midst of the great sadness I felt at the realization that the love I thought had existed was no longer to be, I cried. I cried as I drove the kids to school. I cried on my way to work. I cried when I wrote poems. I cried and cried and cried.

And then a new friendship arose from the wonders of technology. I'm not sure if it was the ambiance created by the late night hours of the phone calls, or if it was just that I needed a new friend. The first time we spoke on the phone, it was for eleven hours. I didn't sleep at all that night, and I was a zombie - a very happy zombie - the next day.

We'd been writing emails to each other - he from a land far away, and me from my lonely home - for a few weeks. I'd been overtly vague in mine, and he'd prodded for more, but the comfort level wasn't there. I wasn't even aware of how much I looked forward to his emails until there wasn't one for a few days. He'd gone on a mission, and I was actually worried. The relief felt from that next email was wonderful. I offered my phone number, never thinking he'd call.

But he did.