it was thursday night,
tomorrow i'd be seeing jacob for the first time in months.
my stomach flipped at the thought.
i wondered if he changed at all,
did he look different?
did he act different?
does he still care for me
the way i do for him?
obviously he must care a little if he wants to meet up with me after not talking,
but would he still want to be with me?
my mind raced of these continuous thoughts as i laid in my bed.
i looked over at my digital clock that sat beside my bed table and the time read 11:20 pm.
i groaned to myself, knowing i had to wake up early tomorrow for work and here i was staying up thinking about jacob again.
i shut my eyes, even though i wasn't tired and pulled my blankets to my chest.
my thoughts went straight to jacob again.
jacob, jacob, jacob.
i love him so much.
i can't wait to see him.
i hope he kisses me and tells me that he missed me this whole time and wished he never left me.
sigh.
i-
my phone starts ringing.
i sit up and look over at my phone sat on my bedside table, the caller id reads 'jacob bixenman.'
