With the text being sent, the weight of knowing, what was going to happen to me and you, being gone. “Miss you” was all I could say; I knew that you have gotten a new phone and that you wouldn’t know who sent you the text. With your reply my heart sank; “Who is this?” With his reply I didn’t give any more information of who I was. “If you don’t know then your not going to know;” I wasn’t going to tell him it was me. Since I wasn’t giving the information before I knew it he was calling my phone. I know who it is; I know your voice, he said. “What, how?” Voice mail. With that I got the biggest smile on my face for the rest of the night. “So you miss me uh?”

We talked for the rest of the night.

Then you said that you were coming up at the end of the month. I wish that you wouldn’t have told me when you are coming up. I don’t want to get my hopes up because when I do things don’t turn out.

Now I count down till that weekend and I hope that your plan doesn’t change while trying not to get my hopes up.