Noah l Bea
There's always a guy. A guy that you want and that you could've had, but for some reason, it would never happen, so when the clock hit 11:58 on June 1st. That guy was on my mind. It was just two minutes away from being his birthday. It was a thing we had. I would text him on his birthday, he would respond and our summer conversations would go on up until a week before school when they would unexpectedly stop. Did I really want to do that again? For the third time?
"Fuck it. I do."
Hey you fool. It's your-
No not that.
Happy Happy Birthday!
No. No. And so I continued this. The typing and erasing. Until
You made it, and I couldn't be even more proud of you :). I hope your day is filled with smiles and love and gifts. 16. Happy Birthday, Noah :).
And sent. I tossed my phone and crashed into my pillow, head first.
Ping pong!!
My phone sounded off the tone of my text notification.
No way! It's only been like 3.4 seconds.
Reaching for my phone with slightly shaking hands, and there it was.
Noah!
Of course I clicked faster then I probably should have, but who the fuck cares?
-12 o'clock on the dot. You never fail Bea. Thank you. You just made my night ❤️
Do I text back? Damn, do I? Nah I should wait, right? Fuck what if he can see if I read it? Stupid fucking read receipts. Okay, I'll just type something simple. Why am I nervous?
Always ;)
Right? That's not too much. That's just how I talk, he knows that. Sent.
- I can always count on you.
Always. Goodnight. Sleep tight and Sweet dreams.
You too❤️❤️
Two red hearts? Oh this has got to mean something. Right?
