I called you yesterday.

You answered.

I hung up.

You sound the same.

You sound the same as the day we went to see Frozen in the theatres and came out singing like idiots. You laughed and threw an arm over my shoulder. I smiled. That's when I knew I loved you.

You sound the same as the day I stole your favorite baseball cap. You followed me down the street as I ran off. The hat smelled like you. Like your sweatshirt you game me last night. You laughed and reached for the hat held high in the air. I smiled. That's when I knew I loved you.

You sound the same as the day we went for frozen yogurt in the park. You filled yours to the brim with spinkles and whipped cream. I got cherries and cookie dough. You smeared the whipped cream all over my face and I threw a cherry at your forehead. You laughed drawing the attention of onlookers. Your beautiful laugh. I smiled. That's when I knew I loved you.

You sound the same as the day you told me you didn't love me. You stared at my teary eyes and walked away. You stopped responding and you went on with your life. You didn't stop to look back at me. You just kept walking away. Every laugh and smile and hug and late night and ice-cream run, left standing with me as a distant memory. That's when I knew I'd lost you.

I shouldn't have called you yesterday.

You shouldn't have answered.

God. Why did I hang up?

How can you still sound the same?