Abruptly ending conversations always make me feel uneasy – like a big void is opening inside of me and everything is just falling in that void.
Somehow, the abruptness of the act doesn’t feel right. I am chasing the last words spoken, and then expecting what’s coming next, only I know nothing is going to come next.
And that nothing ever will come next – because somehow, that abrupt end to the conversation becomes the period, the ending, not all has been said.
Because the call ended. No call back. Got disconnected from the internet. Electricity was cut-off. Battery empty. You don’t deserve a response. Cut, cut, everything is cut.
No proper ending.
The last words will never be acknowledged ever again.
Nor will it be open for conversation.
The should be response will never be known to me.