Conversations That Don’t End
894 Words
I didn’t expect it to start that quickly.
Or that intensely.
But once Adrian started texting me…
He didn’t really stop.
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It began with small things.
Checking if I got home safely.
Asking how my class went.
Sending random observations about his day.
Normal.
Harmless.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
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But somewhere between the good morning texts…
And the late-night conversations that stretched past midnight…
It stopped feeling casual.
And started feeling important.
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That first night after I got home, my phone buzzed just as I was getting into bed.
Adrian:
Did you eat?
I smiled instantly.
Me:
Yes. Did you?
Adrian:
Eventually. Meetings ran late.
A few seconds passed.
Then another message appeared.
Adrian:
I miss you.
My breath caught.
I stared at the words longer than I should have.
Because they felt heavier than they looked.
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Me:
You just saw me today.
The typing bubble appeared immediately.
Adrian:
Still counts.
My heart did that stupid flutter again.
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We talked for hours that night.
About nothing.
About everything.
Childhood memories.
Embarrassing stories.
Random opinions.
Dreams.
Fears.
Things I hadn’t even realized I wanted to share with him.
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At some point, I noticed something strange.
I was more open with him than I usually was with people I had known for years.
And he was the same with me.
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“Why does it feel like I’ve known you forever?” I typed at one point.
The response took longer than usual.
Adrian:
Because you’re easy to talk to.
A pause.
Then:
Because I don’t feel like I have to pretend with you.
Emotion tightened in my chest.
Because I understood that feeling completely.
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Days turned into a rhythm.
Morning texts.
Afternoon check-ins.
Evening conversations.
Late-night confessions.
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Sometimes he’d send voice notes instead of messages.
And hearing his voice when he wasn’t physically there did something dangerous to my heart.
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One night, around midnight, my phone buzzed again.
Adrian:
What are you doing?
Me:
Trying to sleep. You?
Adrian:
Thinking.
I smiled slightly.
Me:
About?
The typing bubble appeared.
Disappeared.
Appeared again.
Then:
Adrian:
You.
My stomach flipped.
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Me:
That’s vague.
Adrian:
Not really.
A pause.
Then:
I keep replaying the moment I almost kissed you.
Heat crept up my neck instantly.
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Me:
Why?
His reply came quickly.
Adrian:
Because I wanted to.
My pulse quickened.
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Adrian:
And because I’m still trying to figure out why I stopped.
I bit my lip.
Me:
You said you wanted it to be right.
Three dots appeared again.
Adrian:
Yeah.
A few seconds later:
But part of me regrets it.
My heart skipped.
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Me:
Why?
Adrian:
Because I don’t know when I’ll see you again.
The words hit deeper than I expected.
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That was the reality, wasn’t it?
We had lives.
Schedules.
Distance.
This wasn’t a fairytale bubble.
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Me:
We’ll see each other again.
His response took longer.
Adrian:
I know.
Then:
I just don’t like waiting.
I smiled softly into my pillow.
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Another night, the conversation shifted into something more personal.
“Tell me something you’re afraid of,” he texted.
I stared at the message for a while.
Me:
Losing people I care about.
His reply came almost instantly.
Adrian:
Same.
A pause.
Then:
That’s why I don’t let many people get close.
My chest tightened.
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Me:
And me?
The typing bubble appeared.
Stopped.
Appeared again.
Then finally:
Adrian:
You slipped past that somehow.
My heart melted a little.
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We started learning each other’s habits.
He stayed up late.
I woke up early.
He drank too much coffee.
I forgot to eat when I was busy.
He overthought things.
I pretended I didn’t.
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And slowly…
Without either of us saying it out loud…
We became part of each other’s daily routine.
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One evening, I realized something unsettling.
I was checking my phone more often than usual.
Waiting for his messages.
Anticipating them.
Missing them when they didn’t come immediately.
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That level of attachment should have scared me.
But instead…
It felt comforting.
Like having a quiet presence beside me, even when he wasn’t physically there.
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A few days later, he called unexpectedly.
Not a text.
An actual call.
My heart jumped when his name appeared on the screen.
I answered immediately.
“Hi,” I said.
His voice came through low and warm.
“Hey.”
The sound of it sent a strange calm through me.
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“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Nothing important,” I said. “You?”
“Driving,” he replied.
A pause.
Then:
“I wanted to hear your voice.”
My chest tightened instantly.
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We stayed on the phone for almost an hour.
Mostly silence.
Occasional conversation.
Comfortable.
Easy.
Like neither of us needed constant words to fill the space.
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When we finally hung up…
I lay back on my bed staring at the ceiling.
And a realization settled over me slowly.
This wasn’t casual anymore.
Not for me.
And definitely not for him.
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Because somewhere between the late-night conversations…
And the quiet vulnerability…
And the way he said he missed me…
Something had changed.
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I wasn’t just interested in Adrian anymore.
I was emotionally invested.
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And deep down…
I had a feeling he was too.
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