A young girl confused by society waits on this one, single text.
Never knowing when the boy she loves so dearly will respond next.
A young boy confused by society waits on one, single text.
I guess he didn't get the memo yet. That because he is a male he is expected to be the bigger one in life. But in actuality he's not.
The young girl unlocks her phone- 22:14 and still he hasn't checked to see if anything is wrong. An hour goes by 23:16, and yet his silence is still so mean. It's almost dawn and she can't sleep; the vibration of her phone makes her heart beat, just an alert to wake up promptly at 07:15 tomorrow.
It is now currently 01:01 and the young boy waits for the girl to do one simple task, pick up the phone and say,"hey."
Now approaching 02:13 the young girl picks up her phone, illuminated and all. She opens her messages and types...
Erases, types, erases, types. Types once more, erases once more, SEND!
To my one and only:
"Hey, I was just thinking about you."
The young boy picks up his phone sleepily.
NEW MESSAGE!
From my sunshine, light, and joy:
"Hey, I was just thinking about you."
Types:
To my sunshine, light, and joy:
"I was too."
And with that both were content with knowing that they were imbedded into each others brains. With their hearts woven by the cosmos and the stars worlds apart.
