It wasn't too long since I first texted you, probably 6 months ago or less. I don't think I'd ever texted someone I haven't met in person for that long. You were my first. We texted every day, even at night, we weren't asleep and I'd become so fond of you, I guess you could say the same too.

I always wanted to text you, I always wanted to talk to you and I couldn't help the butterflies and loud heartbeats whenever I got a message from you. How do I always get so nervous when I'm texting you and still feel so comfortable?

When you sent your first voice note, I'd always wanted to get more from you. I'd listen to the voice notes over and over again, I could never get enough of your voice. I would pray every time just to get voice notes from you every day, I knew if I asked, you would send them but I was too shy to ask.

We talked about anything and everything that came to our minds, even the weirdest and most disgusting stuff. When it all started, I thought we were just being friends and doing what friends do but it grew and you were more than just a friend to me.

I even got a special notification sound for your contact, so I'd know whenever you texted me.

Anytime I heard that sound, I'd mentally count 1-350 before replying to your message so I won't appear like a hopeless creep waiting for your reply.

When you got a job, you became so busy and our conversations, so distant and short. I was selfish enough to want you not to get that job because I knew you wouldn't have time for long conversations like you did before.

Exactly what I prayed against happened, so, I'd just sit and stare at my phone for hours till you were active. I'd wished you were online a thousand and one times, I had begun to doubt wishes came true.

I kept thinking about you during the day, and at night, I was there, dreaming about you.

A bright and sunny afternoon, I sat on the porch, going through our previous conversations, while grinning like an idiot. After the last message I sent, I placed my phone gently in between my legs and just stared at the sky, doing what I do best- thinking about you.

I remained in that position, till I heard that familiar notification, as usual, my heart skipped a beat as I began my journey of counting 1-350, but I was interrupted by another notification, and another and another. I thought it was an emergency, so I picked up my phone and read the messages as quickly as I could.

Aurora♥: Heyyyy
Aurora♥: Big Head
Aurora♥: Miss me?

I smiled at the messages. Of course, I did.

Ever since we had a video call, you always called me Big head but I didn't mind. I loved the fact that you had a nickname for me, even if it was weird. I was your Big head, and you, my Aurora.

You didn't let me finish typing my reply before you sent another message.

Aurora♥: I know you did

For the second time that day, I stared at your messages while grinning like an idiot when another message came in.

Aurora♥: Stop smiling like that

Jesus Christ! You knew me so well.

Aurora♥: Look up

I paused for a second and slowly looked up from my phone, and there you were, standing eight feet from my porch, with the prettiest smile I'd ever seen.

A/N:
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