Feb 27, 2006 17:39
I fought with him the whole day throwing SMS tantrums because he didn’t pick up my call this morning. I give up knowing it’s too late in the day to push through with a date. I wait instead for eight in the evening, when the other boy goes online to share a dozen secrets he’d never tell anyone. When I tell him I’m about to leave, he turns Invisible even before we’ve exchanged goodbyes - a sweet gesture I’d remember until I catch up with him again.
Sometimes I wonder if he’d also pick up calls at eight in the morning…
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