So Alex and I didn't talk today. It felt weird. He usually texts or calls first. But today he didn't do anything. We didn't even skype. He must be busy...or maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me....did I do something wrong? I must have. He never ignores me, maybe I should just text first now on. And if he doesn't reply back he for surely is ignoring me. So I text him...it would be about 10 o'clock at night for him. He's always up till 11, sometimes 12.
It's been about an hour, he hasn't read it. He's way fast asleep by now. Sometimes I just forget that he lives on the opposite side of the world. I wish I could just go see him. Like a normal boyfriend. Hug him, touch him, kiss him. I haven't kissed him since summer. He's good at kissing. How could French people be bad at kissing, it's like a hobby.
Saturday morning. He still hasn't texted me since Wednesday. He must be super busy. Or he's just ignoring me. But what ever.
I'm sitting on the couch watching Greys Anatomy, and I hear my phone buzz a whole bunch of times. I look at the screen and its Alex's name. I start squealing in excitement.
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