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I texted them a lot; daily if I could. I guess I had so much time that I felt the need to spend it with them. They were my happiness and I wanted to be happy for as long as possible. They made me feel so good inside.
I tried being cheesy and stuff – cheesy mostly. I'd text a bunch of "I miss you"'s and "I love you"'s. I guess you could say they were my specialty.
A lot of the messages would be followed by a "baby" or "angel". I wanted to make them feel good about themselves. They made me happy so I thought I should return the favour. I succeeded. They'd get all flustered and giggly..
Oh boy their giggles. I could write an entire page on that. I will. The next one will be dedicated to *your* giggles and little actions that come with them.
Texting them was just as good as calling them. They'd make me feel all bubbly and fidgety, like I'd roll around in bed if they said something that was just so right. It felt amazing to talk to them. Wah, it was just amazing.
I'd make a lot of dad jokes and puns; they're another one of my specialties. I'd try and make them laugh or smile, even if I couldn't see their face. Just imagining them happy was enough for me and seeing their reaction was more than enough. I'm honestly quite glad that they were quite expressive. They showed emotions freely with me and I was happy about that.
This showed me that they were comfortable talking to me. With that, I became comfortable talking with them.
