Just halfway through my drinking sprint, and I successfully found the inevitable courage to text you, again. This time, it's not a drunken message. I was still sober, and very much aware, and brave, or just expecting. I wanted so much to hear your voice. I didn't think of the risk. I just knew and felt I had to hear from you. I waited, and finally my phone rang. I listened. I just did, until you hang up. Next thing I knew, you were calling again and I was picking up. We talked, and you said you love me, several times. I cried silently. And I wished I didn't make you hang up again. I love you too.
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