It was almost five o'clock in the morning, and I still couldn't get over my encounter with Noah.
When he said he missed me, I felt things that I forgot I was even able to feel. My heart beat sped up ten times it's regular pace, and it took all the strength I had not to cry.
All I wanted to do this whole time was to hear him say that. And then he did. There was so many feelings stirring inside of me. I wanted him to hug me, but I knew deep inside that his pride wouldn't let him.
He always was so stubborn when it came to showing his emotions. He always kept them locked inside. Ever since his dad left. He put them all inside of a little locked room. And not even I could open it.
When Noah said goodnight last night, I couldn't help but notice the way he looked at me. There was a look of pi
