2:18am
I thought not to answer the text that came in on my cellphone when it buzzed but I checked it anyway. I was hoping it was you. Though I’m usually disappointed, I was pleasantly surprised. It was you, asking me if I was able to talk. For you, I’m always able to talk no matter what I’m doing. I answered as quickly as possible, though I tried not to be too quick. I was nervous. Very nervous. It’s rare that you actually ask me that question and when you do, it’s usually something that will leave me smiling. But you called.
You hate talking on the phone but, you called. I’ve missed that voice. The cute way it changes pitches depending on what you’re talking about. I love just hearing you speak, the way sweet words seamlessly leave your lips. I could listen for hours and not get tired of hearing your voice. I missed that voice. How easily it calmed me, how sleepy it just made me. I can’t get over it. How loving you sound even over the phone. I know I’m being listened to when I’m on the phone with you. It’s comforting, it makes me feel warm inside. Most importantly it’s the closest I can get to you until we see each other again. Transferring that much emotion through a simple phone call is sure to lead to wonderful things. The bittersweetness of LDRs.
I love you…
