The other night, I don't know where I got the guts to ask him if he still missed me. It was a sudden feeling - also, I REALLY wanted to kiss him. Before I sent the text, I prepared myself as if I was preparing to throw a hand grenade. I pressed sent, I panicked and tossed my phone on my bed from the door and shut the door as quickly as I could and ran to my kitchen hiding under the table waiting for it to explode. <---- Bodoh
I didn't want to check for replies immediately. I came back half an hour later, hoping for a scaredy-cat response but only to find a
NO. I was hurt and heartbroken - for the third time - the whole night.
Until late at almost 10pm, I had 1 text saying he was just kidding and 11 missed calls. I was so pissed when I read the text! But excited and fluttery at the 11 missed calls. Aww...he still cares about me =3
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