As I write this, I’m blinded by the steady stream of tears escaping from my eyes and falling unceremoniously onto my bed sheet. The fact that I have been incapable of discovering the reason for their initiation astounds me.
Gingerly, I pick up my phone, do what every female on this planet does whilst in this situation and call a friend. By doing so I succumb to a trait tauntingly attributed to females and since I am not usually for all this sappy emotional crap, this act delivers the second surprise of the night.
Disconnected, no, not the call but I feel so. The phone, on the other hand keeps ringing.