“Thank you for always being here for me.”
THE SOFTNESS THAT lingered in her voice had caused his own heart to skip a beat. Maybe two.
She was always like this – always so warm and caring. Even if they haven’t met yet face to face, he was sure of what kind of person she is. She was an enigma to him, a mystery he was more than eager to solve. Every world she weaves out through the messenger or with her voice would always leave him breathless and airy. All the bad thoughts he had that day would wash away by the simple words she says like she had placed a spell upon him.
(She was as warm as the sun, and he felt like flowers was growing inside his lungs.)
“No–I should be the one thanking you,” He replies sincerely, holding the phone close to his mouth, “You’re seriously amazing, you know that? If you weren’t here I wouldn’t have managed to gather up the courage to even contact my family again. Your words always managed to cheer me up and help me get back on my feet even if everything seems hopeless and impossible. I feel so lucky to have met you, you know?”
Crimson eyes trail up to the night sky. Speckled with stars and light, he had hoped she was seeing the same sky as him. Perhaps one day, they could share the same sky together. Just the two of them. Nothing more and nothing less.
“It’s getting late. You should sleep soon.Remember that I’m always thankful… and I’ll always be waiting for you. Go to sleep, sweetie. Let’s see each other in our dreams.”