My breathing increases as I press down his number,
Beep. Hey, it's Rogue. Please leave a message after the beep. Beep.
"Hi. It's me again. This message will never get to you, cause I'll never press the send button. But I just need to get this out of my mind and off my chest.
I just wanted to say that I miss you. A lot. Maybe I just miss the idea of you, or maybe I just miss you. I miss how we could say goodnight like five times after 3am, but actually go to sleep at 5.30am. I miss how we could talk for hours without end, and only sleep for 3 hours. Repeat.
I miss the way your words made me smile like a fool, my cheeks become rose red and the way the butterflies in my stomach brewed storms. How we couldn't wait till our phones were charged to a efficient amount, just so that we were able to talk till our phone gave the last warning of 1% battery usage.
I miss how we shared our unrealistic dreams, our love for animals, including wolves and megaladons.
Our love for tons of music and tv series.
The way we read each others minds.
The way we both realized that both our name and surname was the same amount of letters.
The way you called me sweetheart, and I called you darling.
The way we're both awkward, but still understood each other.
The way we're both shy, but decided to be shy together.
I mis how we got each others sense of humour.
I miss the way you texted and talked. A modern smooth Shakespeare. The way you could in an instant make me blush for hours.
How we planned to meet at school. Where we'd get each other, and walk around and talk, although we both agreed that we'd stare into each others eyes more.
How we planned to start walking from Mrs. Flower's classroom, because you said that I'm your flower.
I miss how you forever promised me that you'll be the one for me, and that you'd fight for me and will never leave me, and that you'd always there for me.
And you put all that in a poem; written only for me by you.
I missed our Selfie Bomb Challenges, how we tried to look sillier than the other one.
I miss how we told our thousands of current favourite songs for the week to each other. And the way we sent it to each other.
I miss that.
...
So, yeah.
I waited for you at Mrs. Flowers classroom, when school holiday was over, but you didn't show up. 'It probably slipped his mind, right?': I whisper to myself.
But then I could feel it. My heart sank to my shoes. I saw you. But I saw her too.
It's been, 10 months now.
So, I just wanted to say, Happy birthday, and
Goodbye, my darling."
Beep.
The End.
