Message Three:
I now call it my broken wankle
Response in my mind:
Message Three :
Well that's just typical him isn't it. Likes to make a joke out of everything.
I honestly don't think he realises just how hurt I was right now.
Unfortunately for me he'd never know because I didn't work like that, I could never tell him how I feel about him.
I told myself that I wouldn't get my hopes up, but I also told myself that I would make a mistake.
My friends even told me that. They made it their number one priority to keep on reminding me too.
I just don't know what to do with myself.
Let's listen to music. Yeah that should do the trick.
As I was listening to the songs I loved by the lyrical geniuses whom I worshiped I kept my eyes on the messages. In my mind I had many ways that I could respond, but do you know what I did ?
I let the emoticons do the talking.
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Midnight Messages [wattys2015]
ChickLitMessages from a boy, which are read over and over, to the point that it makes Amelia sick. It only takes her the same amount of time that she spends overthinking to type and send a response. [ please don't be put off by how many parts are in my st...