my phone rang last night. around 9p, which is slightly late for someone who doesn't generally get phone calls at that hour. I never deleted his number. I couldn't. He is a Noah (reference from the notebook, one that you know you'll always love) - that one that ignited that safe feeling - and I couldn't bring myself to delete his number out of my phone even though I knew i wouldn't call. at first I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure if I should answer, was it really him? it has been at least almost 2 years since I heard his voice.
hello?
are you married yet?
my heart fluttered and dropped at a rapid pace all at the same time - LOL, no, absolutely not.
I wish I could say I was on my way. I am very surprised no one has snatched you up yet.
he said i'd been coming across his mind a lot lately which I found surprising with him on the other side of the country, no consistent communication, just an Instagram account we would occasionally check in with each other on.
you probably need a new shirt by now, don't ya? that one I gave ya has got to be smelling, LOL
i eventually had to wash it but it still smells like you, feels like you, still has me chasing that high of how i felt when i was with you.
i've missed you.
i missed you more
i missed you the more better mostest
never <3
fuck you and eat shit, universe