Every morning, I hear my phone go off and I think it's you. I think, maybe you've changed your mind and want to work things out after all. I can feel my heart skip a beat because the anticipation of getting you back is too exciting. I still love you, yes. But, when I grab my phone to check my messages, it's fucking Cricket AGAIN with another offer of saving money, upgrading my phone or whatever. Every morning, I fall for it, perhaps because I'm still half asleep, or maybe it's because I want to think it's you. You used to text every morning to ask me how I slept and to say that you missed me...now I wake up all alone. I don't want to save $13.50 a month if I change plans, I don't want to get a newer 4G phone and I don't want a family plan to save even more money, I just want you back. Thank you Cricket for not requiring a contract and providing me with reliable service for only $45 a month. But, damn you for giving me false hope each and every morning of my fucking life.
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