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When It Rings
Whenever my phone rings, or beeps, or buzzes, I hope it's you. Whenever someone tells me I missed a call, I hope it's you. I see you at school, I know. But when you call, it's special. Being in person I find we're focused on just being together. I love that -- it makes me feel important and that I also care for you, but sometimes I'd like to have a conversation. Something, anything to talk about.
That first date, we talked. We went somewhere with alot of people and have our time. I miss that. It's never just the two of us. It's always, the two of us and her, or him, or the teacher, or a parent. I miss our time together -- just you and I. I find these phone calls special because it's like having our own time.. but not quite. I don't know why I suddenly became so bothered by this. I guess, seeing my sisters and friends go out and talk about their dates have made me almost, jealous of their relationships. I want to see you more. Not just at school but outside of it, were we can hangout.
Sigh. I still love you though.
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