"i want to see you.." "really? prove it" "how?"
"i don't know" he traces his finger across the glass, "i don't know how to anymore."
"then I guess you don't want to see me, do you."
"i do...i do want to i just dont know why...so how can i do that to you again?"
"you'd find a way if you wanted to, these words are nothing unless you do something,"
"what do you want me to do?" "don't ask" "then how do i know?" "figure it out"

a smile reflected in glass..."stop talking to yourself" "you're talking to me," he points, fingers hitting the mirror instead of flesh, "stop rehersing and call"

dial tone...hitting numbers....ringing...ringing "hello?" "i want to see you" "when..." "now" "come over" ..."i miss you" "i remember" a click, voice...leave a message...a beep.
he hangs up and looks at himself. "told you..." told you...