*You got sick of him calling you only when he’s bored and only for sex. You had to take take revenge some how, so you stopped picking up his calls and every time he asked you for a date or to come over to his apartment, you would make excuses. You’ve been ignoring him for weeks now, and he’s been calling even more than he used to.

It was midnight in NYC, 1997, you had a long day, took a shower and went to bed. When you were closing your eyes the phone started ringing, you were pissed off, of course it was him. You ignored it, so he left you a voicemail.

“ Hey, it’s Big. he sighs Look, I know you’re mad with me. You know I’ve been very busy with work, sorry babe, it’s not my intention. I just want to talk with you, no more “I miss your body, can you come over?”, Just want to fix things out. But if you don’t respond… well, I just want you to know I fucking love you. Call me back when you feel like it.”