💌 #2 Late Night Conversation

After the first word on November 30, little by little things began to change. It started out as a few friendly chats on Interpals, but over time it turned into something I looked forward to every day. I felt empty every night if I didn't talk to him. It became my favorite part of the day to talk to you, even when I was tired or busy. He was always able to make me laugh through the screen.

Late at night, when everything was quiet, we often talked. I liked those hours because they made me feel like the world had stopped and it was just the two of us. Our texts would sometimes turn into voice calls, and I would smile while lying in bed and listening to his voice. I felt calm when I heard him laugh and heard his soft voice and heard him say my name. We were far away, but those late-night times made me feel close to him.

We talked about easy things at first. He asked about my day, what I liked to do for fun, and what made me happy. What was his favorite food? Where did he live? What did he want to happen in the future? Our conversations got deeper over time. We talked about our families, the things that happened to us as kids, and the things that made us who we are now. I saw how much we had in common, even though our lives were very different.

Our calls would sometimes last for hours. We laughed at stupid things and jokes that only the two of us could understand. Sometimes we just sat there and listened to each other breathe. That kind of quiet is peaceful and doesn't need to be broken up. "I wish I could stay on call with you all night," he said one time. Even though he couldn't see it, that message made me smile. I also wished the same thing.

We both had busy or tired nights, but we always found time for each other. It meant a lot to send a short word like, "Good night, sleep well." How hard we worked to stay in touch was more important than how long we talked. It felt like there was less space between us with every word, emoji, and "I miss you."

We would sometimes talk about what would happen. He told me he couldn't wait to meet me in January. Every time he talked about it, I could hear the hope in his words. Our thoughts turned to what it would be like to meet for the first time. Not just through texts, he said he wanted to make me laugh in real life. I said I'd bring my biggest smile when we meet.

It wasn't always easy, though. From time to time, I missed him so much it hurt. There were times when I wanted to grab his hand, even if it was just for a second. Sometimes it's hard to be far away when your heart is close but your body is far away. But every time I was sad, he would tell me that love isn't how far apart we are, but how much we care. His words always made me feel better.

Now, talking late at night is something we do every so often. They're more than just calls; they show that love can grow strong even when it's separated by a screen. Every night I dream about his voice and every morning I think about when we can talk again. It's not perfect, but it's ours, which makes it unique.

I still don't understand how something so beautiful could begin with a simple text message on an app. It only takes two eager people to try for connection to work. It doesn't have to make sense. So, as the nights go by and January approaches, I hold on to these moments because they tell me that love is always speaking softly between us, even when it's quiet.