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She left after they made love on the same bed they spent their first night together.
She left a piece of paper with her familiar handwriting on his bedside table.
“I’m so sorry. I need to clear my mind”
She left without even leaving him a number.
He figured she went back to Portland. The place she always talked about.
It was a year before she called him up.
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got.
If you’re calling about the car, I sold it.
If this is Tuesday night, I’m on patrol because Bellamy broke his ankle.
If you’re Indra, please don’t wasting your time, I’m not going to any blind dates you set me up.
If it’s anybody else, wait for the tone, you know what to do.
P.S if this is Portland, I still love you.
The phone dropped out of her hand.
She couldn’t believe what she heard.
She couldn’t believe that man would hang on that long for someone like her.
What kind of love that must be.
She waited three days and then she tried again.
She didn’t have any ideas what she’d say, but she heard three rings and then…
If it’s Friday night, I’m at the Giants' game.
And first thing Saturday, if Sinclair or Raven doesn’t need my help, I’m visiting my mother and I’ll be gone all weekend long.
But I’ll call back when I get home on Sunday afternoon.
P.S if this is Portland, I still love you.
This time she left her number but not another word.
Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening.
And this is what he heard.
If you’re calling about my heart it’s still yours.
I should have listened to it a little more.
Then it wouldn’t have taken me so long to know where I belong.
And by the way, Marcus, this is no machine you’re talking to.
Can’t you tell? This is Abby, and I still love you too.