Thrown away

I threw away my old phone, therefore eliminating any possible contact between us. Well, he could call me on the home phone, but he doesn't have the balls to do that, in case one of the parental units answers... Come to think of it we just got a call, it was a wrong number, wonder if it was him? Mom wouldn't recognise his voice after all this time... They withheld their number... OK I'm being an idiot. He doesn't want anything to do with me. It's just he looks so miserable when i see him. I can't remember when we used to hang out very clearly (I find it easier to block things out) but I'm sure he looked happier, more real, more genuine. Maybe I'm imagining it. Maybe i should just forget about him, for good.