╥ my book of things ╥

November 23rd, 2018

I've been on the phone with him for around two hours. Calling him was a good idea.

Instead of him going to sleep, he claims to be bored and wants to talk to me.

It's cute.

He sounded different than I expected. But it's in a good way. He has made me laugh the whole time we've been talking. Be it over something stupid. Which is mostly the case.

He just asked what I'm doing. "Writing." What are you writing about? About a girl in New York. Why would I tell the truth that I'm actually writing about you? What would you think about it? 

I just joked about hanging up. You answered with how you're not gonna do that. You may not know it but it made my heart flutter. Do you even know of the things you're doing to me?

And just now you showed me a video. It was so funny. Where do you find these, I asked. You told me you looked up weird shit with your brother. Something I'd do with my sister.

Throughout this call and the recent times we've talked, one thought has popped up in my head. I may like you. Part of me is scared to tell you that. What if you don't feel the same? I'm not even sure myself what do I feel.

But I know for sure that were you to kiss me, I'd let you.

This is slightly terrifying me. It's been a while since I've felt this comfortable talking with someone I haven't physically met. It's also been a while since something someone has said (outside of my group of friends) that has made me smile ear to ear. I think I might like you.

We're talking about stories now. You asked me to tell you good stories. Creepypastas, I answered. You laughed, didn't seem to approve of it.

Whoops.

We're talking about tattoos now. You'd want something about your family. I admire that.

I wonder how long our phone call is gonna last. I've been writing this for like an hour now. Writing, talking with you, writing again. It's been time well-spent.

I really enjoy talking with you. And I said it to you. You feel the same way. It made me smile. 

You make me laugh so much. I think my laugh is annoying. But you haven't said anything about it. So I think I'm cool.

Even the silence is comforting to me. You said it's awkward. Screw you. *laughing*

My cheeks hurt so much from laughing, I love that feeling.

Maybe one day I'll love you too.

But you called me short so fuck you. 

*laugh*