That call; At 9:49 pm

I waited; while you called and thought I am busy with my few new friends that I just made

I was busy calling you and hoped you'd answer once as your prerogative is bizarre

I had a million things to tell you that night 

I wanted to share the details of the interiors of our first new apartment we planned to move in together

I wanted to tell that make a nameplate outside our little house of your name - which I painted with my hand

I wanted to hear you laugh when I told you about our funny pillow fights

I wanted to tell you what the exact cake recipe is - so that you don't mess up with our first cake

I wanted to share my experiences of how I'd feel when we made love in the kitchen and every corner of our new setup 

I wanted to share my last secret with you - that you were my first crush

I wanted to say that we should have a rule of - one hug and two kisses even on the days we fight

I wanted to tell you that you should get me a rose daily be it whatsoever

I wanted to tell you that you were the best thing that has ever happened to me ever

I wish you answered my call at 9:49 pm that night when

 - I was left to bleed from my ears and nose 

With all my energy left I could just dial ten numbers to hear you and kiss you twice 

I wished you took my call to hear my thousand plans one last time; while you thought I was busy and did not take your call 

I got hit by a truck that came my way about which I did not care

I wish I heard you one last time