these thoughts in my head

your coming home soon, and I don't know what to do.
I'm probably over thinking everything.
You don't owe me anything, and I most certaintly owe you nothing.
It's going to bother me you know, wondering whether or not you'll call me when you get home.
Will you?
I already have the image painted in my head. -waking up that morning, waking up on that date; knowing what it means. I'll have my phone on silent, but what does that count when I'll be checking it non-stop. Then the day will be over, and maybe I'll hear from you.
Why does it matter anyway? Why do I have this built up in my head so much?
You and I, we tried and we can't be together. 
So why am I investing so much on this day? On this call that might not happen?
Even if it does, what difference will it make?
We can't go anywhere.
misery.