You didn’t want to talk, I understand. It was exactly 3:11 am and I was scrolling through my messeneger with groggy eyes. I was searching for a name specifically, your name. Chowbear, I finally found it and all I did was stare. That’s all I can do right now, stare at the nickname I gave you till I fall asleep. But as I exited our chat, I accidentally hit the “punch” button. It wasn’t a “like” button because that’s what we wanted. Thinking about why we changed it to a “punch” button hurts a lot but it also makes me smile. I was nervous at first but I had to think quick so I asked how you are. Maybe it was an accident, maybe it wasn’t. I was glad I did it ‘cause you replied at exactly 4:11 am. We did talk about stuff but you still didn’t want to talk, I still had to understand that. You said “goodnight” and I replied (I love you) “night”. That was the end of the conversation I waited for weeks to start. Greetings.
He was someone I had to think twice for. I rejected every other guy just for him cause he feels different. And right now, he is different. A kind of “different” I don’t want at all. One reason: He left.
