The days are long in the mountains and I find myself missing him even more now. The reception is nearly nonexistent, but the bare amounts I find are the moments I am most grateful for. I miss him with a physical ache, a longing just to hear his voice that startles me. And so, in those few times I find myself in the range of reception, his number is already shouting throughout my head and my fingers itching to dial them It doesn't even occur to me that perhaps I should think about what to talk about, think this through first. But I'm dialing his number before anything else, and I'm wearing that stupid smile that never seems to come off when I'm around him. My heart is speeding up, if only because I'll get to hear his voice again. Even if only to hear the recorded, bored tone of his voice mail telling me that he's not there. I'll take anything.
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