I let Jordan take me home and kiss him goodbye.
I waved at him when he left, I smiled at him when he talked on our way back and laughed at his jokes. I promised him to see him tomorrow. But I can finally breathe when I close the door of my apartment behind me.
I take my phone out of my bag and look at the note I wrote to myself earlier. I quickly go to my room and open one of my drawers to look for a specific thing. I always loved pretty notebooks, but most of them are blank. I never know what to use them for or I am too afraid to waste them, so in the end I just collect a large number of blank notebooks. I grab one on top, and with a pen, I go back to my table.
My hand shakes when I put my phone down next to the first page and write what I had saved. Michael’s number. Real number. Th
