Message Sent". Now, you wait patiently. You stop and think and then think yet again. Typed up, is a message that holds the entirety of how you feel. And your emotion, your damn feeling is summed up into a 3-part text message that is currently in the process of being delivered to that one person you’re dying, wanting to let your feelings be known to. And you stop breathing for a moment. Five seconds has passed and deeply, you exhale. You inhale. You exhale again. You find yourself brushing your hair lightly with the tip of your fingers and for another 3 seconds, you find yourself staring blankly on the screen. You bite your nail just a little bit and you tell yourself to stop. You wait patiently.
“Message Sent”. You think again. And now, the 32 second mark hits, your heart starts beating faster. And again, faster after another 2 seconds. And again, faster, after the fourth second. “He’s probably reading it now.” Or not. You stop and think that maybe, he left his phone somewhere he could not get to it right away. Or, he’s taking a nap. Or it fell inside the toilet bowl, damaged and forever the message you have sent is gone. Or maybe, just maybe, just as how you felt, his heart started racing, his chest started pounding, his hands started sweating from the moment he read your message. Or also, maybe, he thought it was ridiculous. Or that you are pathetic. And he doesn’t care. Or he thinks it’s so funny he’ll even screen shot it and send it to his friends just to brag about the fact that he makes you feel the way you do. Or not.
"Message Sent". It’s been a full minute and you almost wanna regret sending it. You play out a million different scenarios of what could have happened and the cause and effect of what you just did. So many different things are going on your mind. Yet, you still wait, less and less patient every single second the clock ticks. You stare at your screen once again. It kills you to wait, but you do. You always do. You’re so anxious. You’re so excited. You’re almost too scared. You’re kinda numb. You’re just… fuuu.
Then, another minute later, your phone vibrates. “Message Received”.
Your heart stops.
“Message Sent”. You think again. And now, the 32 second mark hits, your heart starts beating faster. And again, faster after another 2 seconds. And again, faster, after the fourth second. “He’s probably reading it now.” Or not. You stop and think that maybe, he left his phone somewhere he could not get to it right away. Or, he’s taking a nap. Or it fell inside the toilet bowl, damaged and forever the message you have sent is gone. Or maybe, just maybe, just as how you felt, his heart started racing, his chest started pounding, his hands started sweating from the moment he read your message. Or also, maybe, he thought it was ridiculous. Or that you are pathetic. And he doesn’t care. Or he thinks it’s so funny he’ll even screen shot it and send it to his friends just to brag about the fact that he makes you feel the way you do. Or not.
"Message Sent". It’s been a full minute and you almost wanna regret sending it. You play out a million different scenarios of what could have happened and the cause and effect of what you just did. So many different things are going on your mind. Yet, you still wait, less and less patient every single second the clock ticks. You stare at your screen once again. It kills you to wait, but you do. You always do. You’re so anxious. You’re so excited. You’re almost too scared. You’re kinda numb. You’re just… fuuu.
Then, another minute later, your phone vibrates. “Message Received”.
Your heart stops.