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I sent the pictures, and they were opened in a split second. He kept on typing, I kept on seeing those tiny dots bouncing on the screen. And then they would disappear, just like he didn't know what to say.
Maybe he was moving along as well, trying to find a space where he'd be private. I was hoping so, because I needed a picture in return. I needed to see it. I was finally gonna see it. He had promised to send it. I was waiting there in great anticipation for a moment. I did not know if I was prepared to see it. It felt like it meant too much to me. Felt like it was a grand moment that I could just not take for granted. I needed to experience it fully. And as much as I was ready for it, I was not ready. It was like I got it so easily, but at the same
