Five Days In October

October 9th

     I looked up what the definition of stress was on my iPad. Stress is a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances. Stress is also what I experience every single day throughout my whole entire body. It's constant, nonstop. School causes it. My parents cause it. Even my boyfriend causes it sometimes. Trust me, he's the most perfect bundle of stardust I have ever came across! But, relationships can be hard.
     I'm always worried about him and other females. Other females who are prettier than me. Other females who talk to him. Other females who are prettier than me and talk to him. I know he loves me and only focuses on me, but being his girlfriend makes me think differently about myself. I feel like I should do more, when really he likes me just the way I am. If he wanted those other girls, he would have gone after those other girls... Not me. I don't want to think this way and neither does he, but I just can't help myself. I used to be really happy, so full of life. Now, I'm paranoid about things that should never make me feel such a way. Those are just a few facts that I know, but just can't comprehend.
     After my brain is done over exaggerating, I grab my cellphone to make my nightly phone call to my boyfriend. I lay down on my queen-sized bed underneath my soft, blue blanket with the light turned off. Knowing his number by heart, I dial it then click the "call" button. He answers on the second ring.
     "Alyssa?" He calls, hoping it's me.
     "Yes, Ian. It's me," I respond.
     "Baby!" Excitement releases from his throat.
     I can't help but simper when I begin talking to him. He really does make me happy. Really, he does.
     We spend the next five hours talking about anything we wanted; school, jobs, our future, adulthood, food, marriage, his video game, my love for architecture. We would laugh and crack jokes, express our love for each other. Wherever the conversation lead is where we went.
     It eventually died down. With the time being 12:47am, we were getting a little sleepy. I lie on my stomach with the phone lying down next to me on speaker mode.
     "I love you, Ian," I tell him to make sure it was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep.
     "I love you too, Alyssa," he replies with such a tired tone.
     School starts tomorrow. I'll see him in just eight hours and I couldn't be anymore joyful.