I am lying in bed idly. A few random thoughts rule my head. I don’t remember putting the lights out. I begin to fidget with the switch of my bedside lamp. *click* On. *click* Off. Repeat. My phone beeps. It’s him. Hi . My heart races exceptionally fast; it might as well give Usain Bolt a run for his money. Oh, no. I am just exaggerating here. It’s the first time in days that he’s bothered to text me. We talk sometimes. No. I talk. Always. He just listens. Sometimes, he speaks. But, he never talks. I don’t reply immediately. I take my own sweet time to type out a text. Two minutes later my thumb hovers over the send button. Damn, that will look desperate. I retype Hi at least 7 times, using different textual tones each time. (What are textual tones, anyway? We don’t know but we still know, right?!) After twenty minutes of contemplation whether to punctuate using a full stop or an exclamation mark, I hit send. Hi. :) The conversation ends exactly 9 minutes later. L