Getting There

I wait by the phone
Constantly checking for texts
Constantly looking for his name
Wanting to just hear from him
And when he finally does
He tells me what I need to hear

And then the world is right again
The sun is shining
The grass is growing
My heart is beating
I don't want to respond
For fear I say the wrong thing

And then when he is done
I wait
But, I don't want to anymore
I don't want to wait by the phone
Check my texts
Hang on his every word
I want to end it
I don't need him to be happy

Now, I'm finally getting there...