The first phone call I received this week was a wrong number. A friend accidentally called me, when they meant to call some place of business.
It happened to be a person of the male variety, so when the phrase "I guess I was thinking of you" followed the realization of his error, my heart did a little flip.
It was a little thing, but it feels good to hear those words. No matter who they come from.
What a nice way to start the week.
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