I called in a moment of Siri stupidity. How “Sears” could sound like his name . . . That beautiful name that is born in my heart and melts on my lips. That name that invokes so much for so little. Siri wonders why I would save a number that I would never use. I wonder how to check her hearing.
In a slap happy panic I tap and jab at the phone to stop the call because while I think of him all the time, only Siri knows this and she’s a rotten little brat for putting our secrets out into his phone. She’s put my name and face right in front of him because she wants him to think I want to talk to him instead of obsessively think about what he’s up to. Unless his Siri talks to my Siri and they know what we’ve only wondered . . .
I hear the ring on my end before I’m able to end the call and I hang up to wait. Did he hear my call? Was he going to ignore it? Does he think of me with wonder or trepidation? Will he call me back and force me to use my words on him?!?
I’m a missed call but he’s been missed too and my phone knows this. She conspires with me to search for his social media footprints. I can trust her with my credit cards but in matters of my heart, she’s a minx and into mischief.
I wait for him to not return my call and decide Siri is an idiot and I’m glad I don’t pay her to be my matchmaker.