Yes.
It's been three years.

Three years.

I patiently waited for your answer for two years, the third, I had an answer.
The missing time in our timeline were the texts and the suspicious replies of you.

You had me confused for three years, switching between on and off. You got me Switching between friendship and love.

Trying to unlove you then love you again, love you, and unlove you all over again.
Every reset was like going through the experience all over again.

Getting the continuous chills of anger when you ignored me, and the flying butterflies whenever I got a new text.

Not a single fight.

Texts, emojis and emotions. Anger, love, hate, devastation, pain and hurt.

But it's all led to the one great friendship for both of us.

Me.

And you.