the sky is blue

^ not sleeping tonight ^

It was my mom's birthday, and a steakhouse was overdue. So we tried out Texas de Brazil.

I was stuffed from all the steaks, potatoes, vegetables, and bread. I practically rolled into the car.

DING! My phone dinged, and I saw it was her.

We started texting, and with each text we sent, the more and more I didn't want to put down my phone. She wasn't in front of me, but it was the next best thing.

I let all my ideas and secrets flow out of me like blood. I had felt as if she knew every single thing about me.

She begged me to share a story I was writing over the summer, so we spent the remainder of the day conversing until what seemed like the next day.

I didn't want to leave. It didn't seem like she did either. I had to restrain my finger from typing "I love you" and sending it.

I can't let this whole conversation go without some beautiful send off.

"I could talk to you all day," I told her, and I meant it. The only thing stopping me was time.

She was surprised; she assumed I'd get tired of her sooner or later.

As much as I thought she was right, she wasn't. I just wanted to mentally capture and store every moment we shared. With her, any time was valuable.

She finally was able to say goodnight.

Please stay.

But I knew it was too late, and she was aware of it too.

I bid her adieu, and turned off my phone.

"I love you," I whispered, a faint noise slipping through my heart and out my lips.