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I would've written about my fairly typical Thanksgiving if something more interesting hadn't have just happened.
I had just laid down on the couch and began to watch a tedious movie, when 5 minutes into the movie I recieved an unexpected phone call.
'Hello?'
'Hey Courtney'
-I didn't recognize the voice-
'Uh, who is this?'
'Oh, it's Howie.'
...and I felt my heart stop and sink into the pit of my stomach.
My immediate reaction: 'WHY are you calling me?!'
I never thought I would speak to him again.
He was fucking wasted. He told me 'I've been wanting to call you, but I never knew what to say. It took getting drunk to be able to pick up the phone.'
And I'm thinking: I've never been more confused.
I probably should have hung up, but the point is I didn't. We talked about everything - about Monica, about how Heather's 'secret' got around, about all those fucking rumours and most importantly, about all the mistakes we made that we never bothered to acknowledge. We both agreed we've never learned more from another relationship. It was the most awkward conversation, yet... unusually welcomed.
He even told me he cares about me. I don't know what to think of this.
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