Call you?

It was Christmas, I sent him a greeting. He asked me to call if I was free as he was in town. My heart probably skipped a bit. I read the message over and over again. What did he mean? Did he seriously wanted me to call? I toyed with the phone in my hand. If he wanted to talk, shouldn’t he call? What would he think if I had called? What would his girl think?

So, I toyed with the idea of calling him, possibly meeting up even. But eventually, I did not have the guts to do it. Call me coward, but I was afraid of repeating history with a silly move. What if I had not entirely gotten over it, putting my feelings back on the plate to be eaten up again? My heart was too vulnerable for that.