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She’s had her heart broken — that much is obvious from the various quotes splattered across her f*******: timeline. She’s had moments of pain — her statuses about her dad being struck with cancer leave his heart heavy. But above all, he comes to the realization that despite knowing her… he really doesn’t. And he really wants to know her.
He gathers his courage — along with a shot of espresso — and opens the f*******: messenger app on his phone. He types out the one phrase that she always used when he ghosted her: “Hi. How are you doing?” He takes a breath, counts to three and presses send.
One minute goes by. Two minutes. Three minutes. He’s scared to see what the answer is going to be. He’s scared to see if there is going to be an answer. Eventually a half hour passes and it takes all of him to not take his phone and smash it against the wall. His nerves are shot — but maybe that’s due to the insane amount of caffeine he has consumed in the past thirty minutes.
He opens the app once again. He clicks on her name. He sees the dreaded words at the bottom of his phone screen: seen at 1:42PM. She read it. In fact, she opened the message two minutes after he sent it. And there’s no answer. He’s heartbroken. He put himself out on a limb and received no response.
Maybe this is what she felt each time she tried to reach out to him. Maybe she had to take all the courage she had within her to send that small “Hi.” Maybe she sat there for an unknown amount of time, trying to figure out what she did wrong for her to receive no response from him. He finally understands her after all these years.
He gets up, pays for his drink and starts walking towards the subway. A ding sounds on his phone. He glances at the message. “Hey yourself.” It’s her. She answered.
Maybe their love story could begin…
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