You weren’t online today. I miss you.
Every time a notification for an email from you pops up in my inbox, I can’t help but smile. Every time I read your words, I feel warm and fuzzy inside.
I know your schedule better than my own. Is that creepy, or do we just know each other that well?
I stay up late at night rereading messages between us. I stay up late at night waiting for that first message from you to come through.
Time zones suck.
I don’t really know what romantic love is, exactly, but I know that even in my most introverted state I want to talk to you. That the first few hours of every weekend are useless because they’re devoted to emailing you. That almost everything you do makes me smile and that I am always afraid that you’ll disappear from my life one day and I wouldn’t know what to do or worse, what happened to you.
I don’t know what it means that I feel this way when I’ve never seen your face. I don’t know what it means that I feel this way when I still don’t know your full name.
I am so afraid you’ll read this and know it’s about you. I am so afraid you won’t accept it.
I love you, I think.
I love you, I know. I’m just not certain which way(s), yet.