the page break

Given that Melvin even thought of me, his hands must have been paralyzed because he never picked up his phone and called, or sent a text; I mean I could have too but my finger twitches on the backspace key every time. It was like I knew what I wanted to say but I didn’t know if I should say it; kind of like the new character in this story, I wrote him in but he keeps deleting himself out, almost like he knows it’s a bad idea, that I’m a bad idea. Feelings exist behind the words I do not say to him, his character exists in the unwritten paragraphs. I don’t know how it happened but he’s a character in this story now…