Dear Andy,
Well, that was beyond my expectation. Mind you there was'nt much actually. I did'nt tell you how I found the right amount of guts to send that message but I'm glad you did not ask.
You see, Andy, it was purely out of frustration and impatience. Did I plan to reach you in any way a few hours ago? No! Do I miss you? Probably! Do I have to? Ofcourse, why not?
When I saw your name appear on my phone, the first thing I thought was ,
"wow, this is what too much of something, I mean someone does. You start seeing things that are not there."
Until the second and third message came. And I told myself, see? This could be real.
You know, reading use to satisfy my boredom but when I was reading yours, how a few sentences could rile me up and excite me is something I will never figure out. And as the conversation got longer, nights shorter, the exchange of what-not continues. Sleep never visited me.
Are'nt you my happy pill? Because I've never been this ecstatic or sufficed before. The feeling will always be there, the tingling in my toes, the fluttering of butterflies and so will my smile.
You've done quite a lot to me that time I'm starting to love knowing every bit of you. Whether it's your nails getting chipped or a tiny cut in your finger, you almost tripping infront of a crowd or what happened in your day, I'm sure I'd love to hear everything about it, everything about you someday.
Grace❤
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