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It's 5pm, I'm so bored. I should a book for the literature class, but I don't want to.
I'm laying in bed on my back, looking at the ceiling.
I should try texting Theo. I want to talk to him all the time but I don't know what to talk about, I have this rising anxiety that I've never had.
Is it a good thing? Does that mean I'm in love? Probably no, but it has to do something with him. Even though I feel strong feelings towards him, I can't call it love.
As I see it, love is not something that just appears out of the thin air. It's grown, it has to be taken care of, nurtured. Ugh, I love being this cliché, life is so much more fun like that.
I finally stand up and grab my phone. I can do this, it's not difficult, isn't it? I've texted so many guys in my life.
Me: Hey, how is going?
Theodore: Typing...
Hmm... He stopped writing. Maybe he's just thinking.
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15 minutes later.
He still hasn't replied. Was I ghosted?
Theodore: Typing...
Theodore: Hi, sorry I replied late. Problems at
home. It's going alright. I'm baking a cake with
my sister. Wbu?
Me: Ohh that's so cool. What flavor cake you are baking?
Me: Also, I'm fine. I was so bored, literally was staring at the sealing for an half of hour. Then I decided to text you <3
Theodore: Hahaha. Thanks, I guess, for texting me.
Theodore: The cake is chocolate flavor, my favorite. I have loved chocolate cakes since I can remember. My mom would always bake the most delicious chocolate cake for my birthday. She has yet to reveal the recipe though...
Me: When is your birthday? I could bake some chocolate cupcakes for you. Mine won't be as delicious as the ones your mom makes, but still.
Theodore: Yeahhh. My mom can't be beaten in
this area. My birthday is on 15th of March, a
week away :)))
Oh my God!!! He's so fucking cute. I am getting red over text. I want to kiss him so badly. It's not a want, it's a need.
Me: I gotta mark this date, so I don't forget.
Theodore: When is your birthday?
Me: It's on August 15th.
Theodore: What do you want for your birthday?
Me: You, honestly.
Theodore: Oh.
Me: Hahaha, but it's to long to wait...
Theodore: Why don't you ask, what do I want
for my birthday. Maybe it's you ;)
Me: Lol, we think alike. Guess we're meant to be.
Theodore: I don't know. It's up to the Universe.
Me: Then I hope the Universe chooses right.
Theodore: We'll see.
It was so fun chatting with him. He actually wanted to chat with me. It's really easy to tell, if someone wants to have a conversation with you or they're just responding and trying to end it as soon as possible.
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Now I'm sitting still and staring at a single dot on my wall.
Did he actually mean it? Does he ACTUALLY want me? Or was he just being friendly? Maybe he didn't want to disappoint me.
I cannot go to sleep like that. I will be wondering all night if I don't ask. I have to ask. I should. I will.
Me: Hey, again. Hope you aren't sleeping.
Theodore: Was about to.
Me: Oh. Sorry, I won't bother you for long, just want to ask you something.
Theodore: Go on.
Me: You said you want me. Did you mean it? Or...
Theodore: You're beautiful, friendly, quite
easy to talk to. At the moment, I don't see
anything to not like.
Me: Not the exact answer I was hoping for, but good enough. Thanks. Goodnight!
Theodore: Goodnight.
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