I kept imagining:
You run your hand through your hair, because you can’t believe that you messed it up again. You forgot me and you’re so damn frustrated. You’re trying to focus on work instead but it’s not working, you can’t stop thinking that you’d hurt me.
But that’s not what happened, is it? Because life can’t seem to be content seeing me happy
What’s more plausible is this:
You’ve been meeting with so many people yesterday, and you got no time to check your phone. So you didn’t reply me, didn’t even open your chats until late at night. Even then, you’re too tired to reply so you wait till today. Until it’s lunch time when you’re no longer burdened. Except, you didn’t even say sorry, you thought the apology is implied in your answer, but I’m not a mind reader. I sent back a sad face thinking you’d reply to see how you can make me feel better, thinking you’d reply to figure out why I sent a sad face. But you thought to yourself, ‘I don’t have time for this shit’ and so you left me again. And it hurts. It hurts more than I thought it’d be because I keep telling myself to lower my expectations, and it still feels like a knife twisting between my ribcages. It feels like a hand clenching over my chest and wreaking havoc in my guts. And you’re still silent.