✓Sent

This is one of the nights in which I want to talk to you. About what? I don't know either. I just feel like it. Maybe this post will be much more complicated than what I expected it to be, I don't want this feeling bothering me anymore.

This post is a made up conversation and the message I want to say, to whom? To the one concerned.

Me:   Hey. ✓sent

You:

Me: How are you doing? ✓sent

You:

Me: Well that's good. ✓sent

You: 

Me: I'm also fine thank you. ✓sent

You:

Me: *I'm thinking about you* I'm writing my new blog post. How about you? ✓sent  

You:

Me: Oh okayy. ✓sent

*After 5 minutes*

  

Me: Uhh, hey I want to tell you something. Actually, I wanted to talk to you since this morning. *erases message*

Me: So hey. Sorry to disturb you but I want to say something. *deletes message again*

Me: I'll be direct to the point. Hey, I wanted to talk to you this morning but I don't know how to approach you, as usual I was shy. I wanted to ask you how your trip went and all the little details. If you met someone special and things like that. But no, I don't have the guts to ask you. So I remained quiet and acted like you were still not around. But it was hard to, I was itching to talk to you and tell you how much I miss you. Okay, now that came out of nowhere. But really I hope you're not mad at me for not approaching you, it just feels hard to talk to you in person when all we did for one week was texting. (I can express my feelings more through text so I'm sorry.) I hope that tomorrow, things would go more smoothly. I hope that we can talk about anything just talk about something that I can understand, okay? Okay. And before I end this message I would like to say thank you. For what? For the gift and of course for everything. Good night and sleep tight. ✓ sent

*throws phone* *checks every second*

You:

Let's leave the conversation like that because I don't even know whether "you" will reply. But of course not, I haven't even sent that message to "you". Just, act like this post didn't happen. Okay? Okay.