he's never been the type to say everything out loud, but tonight was different.

his voice shook a little when he typed, heart beating too fast for how still he was.

he missed you. god, he missed you.

"i fucking want you," he finally sent.

"that’s why i’m saying this. i’m not playing with you. i love you. i haven’t felt this way in forever."

he paused, thumbs hovering, unsure if he should go on.

"i’m waiting for the day where we just make love and fall in love right after. like… that’s all that’s left, isn’t it?"

"i love you. i want you. i hate how far you are. i work all day, and i still can’t see you. that shit hurts."

his messages came fast. messy. honest.

"i need you. i want you. sorry." "i’ll leave you alone now if you want." "...sorry."