Diary of a Romantic :
I awoke in a cold sweat by the sounds of my own misery. I sat up, the pain of hunger biting at my insides, I could not remember the last time I had eatin...I couldn't remember the previous day, or the previous month. I needed comfort, I needed 'her', my love. Only 'she', Karla, could sooth the pain inside me. I had to call her, it was my only resolve; as the phone rang memories long past came flooding back like a river. The love we shared, everything that we hold dear just appeared, it made me feel like something was wrong, like something had happened to make me think that it was in the past, and not present; I was interrupted by the click of the phone:
"Hello?" Karla said sleepily.
"Oh Karla, I'm so glad you awoke. I need to talk to you, I need to hear your voice."
"George, what are you doing calling me at 3am? In