Meghan Blair Hoyle

Beautiful Little Black Book

The day I put his phone number away was one of the most punishing experiences I have ever enacted. I steadied my hand, and swallowed my breath as I tried to forget at all that there was a beating heart fighting my every motion in my chest. I had to do it. I had to erase him from my contacts; erase his familiar number--the number that used to soothe my restless soul, the number that used to bring a fiery glow to my cheeks. The number simply had to go. It was now pain, and danger. It would now test all my impulse control. The number would taunt me. It would remind me of his gentle, and ferocious love. The number simply had to go.