At this point I am foaming at the mouth. Working long shifts and talking about it at night really pissed me off. It was sooo much fun but Jesus that week was one of the longest of my entire life. I probably caught 2 hours of sleep a night.
On Wednesday I heard birds chirping as I sprung out of my bed and headed to work. I had an easy day at work ahead of me, hollywoods bleeding by post Malone was filling my ear drums, and my sweet Samantha was moving today!
I wanted to wait til she was awake but I just could not contain my excitement. I sent her a goodmorning text along with good lucks in driving all day. I wanted to blow her phone up but I knew she was gonna be busy. I've never had to bite my tongue like I did that day. Every thought and funny joke I thought of I wrote in my notes for when she got to her new home.
My coworkers who were admittedly too involved in my life kept teasing me about being in "luuuuuuuuuuuv" but I just shook them off. I must've looked so cute tapping my foot and biting my nails. Waiting. Just waiting.
I received a Snapchat and I flashed to the breakroom to open it. I'll be damned if it wasn't a picture of the road. God I was pissed. I didn't know how long it'd be and I didn't wanna be rude to her but damn cmon I wanna talk.
It was about 3 pm when I received the "I made it" text. Okay okay I waited this long I can wait a little longer.
Nope.
I barraged her phone with "how was it?" "Everything make it?" "You unpacking now?" And the dreadful "do you wanna hang out tonight??"
That last sent text danced in my eyes and all I could do was kick myself.
Fuck. That was clingy for a friend.
She obviously rejected my company so she could unpack, and you know, not immediately be smothered by me after driving a full day.
There was no texting or FaceTime that night.
I was disappointed in myself for being so affected. I stared at my ceiling with music blaring and counted seconds. I drank milk, took a bath, and even tried video games but nothing could distract me from counting down the seconds til I saw her.
The next day. THE DAY BEFORE!
I dragged my myself to work by my eyelids. Trudging through work I still had not received anything from her. I half expected withdrawal symptoms by the end of the day. Driving home I listened to all the songs she sent me. The depressing lyrics from Badflower managed to push me into a proper bad mood.
Are we even still going tomorrow? Do I need to take another friend? Is she second guessing seeing me?
I tortured myself. My self esteem has never been super high so I just laid on the self depreciation. God I'm so dramatic, a born thespian if ever there was one. Amidst my anxiety I received a text. I was staring at my messages in my bed so I freaked out. Did she know I was reading our conversations cause I miss talking to her?????
I replied a simple " hell yeah brother" in order to not seem as eager and anxious as I truly was. Again began the counting backwards. Because I had not been sleeping I magically drifted away into a most serene slumber.
