He told me to go to sleep.
I tried.
And ten minutes
later,
he called back.
I was worried. He sounded disgruntled, scared. I thought maybe he
wanted to cut again. Maybe he was having a bad anxiety
attack.
"I'm so happy you're still awake. I just didn't want to text this
to you. I was thinking about how amazing you are. How perfect,
and beautiful, and funny you are. And I thought about how badly I
wanted you to be mine, and I know you're so far away but at least
I can talk to you, hear your voice, see your face. Maybe I can't
hold you, but that's okay because you'll visit. I was just
wondering if you would go out with me?" And I have never smiled
so wide. He asked me out.
He finally asked me out.
And I have never been happier.
nmf
