Where his texts had once been single words and symbols, now they were full sentences. He wrote “You” instead of “U”. He rarely used the punctuation for a smile, or a wink, or an emoji. he preferred to make it clear, in language, how he felt.
He was happy. He loved her. He missed her. His feelings were now clear, and very simple. Besides, even had he wanted to use contractions and symbols , none had yet been invented to convey his message. Even words couldn’t do it. But they were the best he had.
Every letter, every space, brought him closer to her. And gave him not just pleasure, but joy.
She would see what he’d created, for her. What he’d written.
He loved her, he wrote.
He missed her, he wrote.
And she wrote to him. Not simply in reply, but her own messages.
Hurry home, she wrote.
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