I think in just in love with talking to you.
But I’m not sure.
When I think of you, I think about our conversations we have had, and how one day I swore that I’d marry you.
I might have been serious because I have a hard time seeing myself with anyone else. Plus, I know that we could have that awesome sex that we’ve talked about before, especially when you see some of the things I have.
I do think we’d work out well. I just wish I could see you again instead of seeing your face through a phone screen.
I miss our conversations, though. It’s amazing how two years later, I wouldn’t take anything back.