I Am Single

So, I was talking with my ex, B.H., on the phone last night. It put me into a weird conglomeration of emotions. When the conversation started, his voice had all of the usual effects on me. My heart began to pound in all sorts of excited rhythms and I could feel a smile emerging onto my face, regardless of how hard I tried to fight it.
He filled me in on how he's been and I did the same. We couldn't stop laughing.
Naturally, we both began to wonder why we had broken up in the first place. We both knew the reasons, but the negativity seemed so distant now.
We listened intently to the familiar voice on the other end of the line, secretly pining.
We laughed some more.
I eventually started to cry. Well, hardly crying, really. Just that lone tear and knot in the throat... I'm sure he wasn't even aware.
We talked about our dreams and where we wanted to go. We talked about our insecurities and how far we'd come from that, individually.
Eventually, we asked the inevitable question. 'Will it ever work out? Would we ever be together again?'
The answer was 'Time.' and 'We shall see'.