ANG3L:
It was my pleasure. Literally and figuratively
2Horned:
good
ANG3L:
Have you been doing okay?
Still not sleeping?
2Horned:
Very little sleeping. The nightmares have been worse lately
ANG3L:
The same ones?
2Horned:
Yeah
ANG3L:
I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do to help. If I was there I’d hold you until you fell asleep
2Horned:
That would be heaven
I send a string of heart emojis
2Horned:
Are you going to bed now?
ANG3L:
Yep
2Horned:
Goodnight, Angel
I swore I was only going to do the online chatting thing while I was in school, and then I’d get a “real” job. Something I can mention at the dinner table without giving my mother a heart attack.
Maybe the bigger reason is I want to start dating. I want to meet someone, finally have a boyfriend, for fuck’s sake. And, I don’t know, it would probably be weird to be chatting with multiple men and sexting while trying to foster a real-life relationship, even if the guy was okay with it, which I’m guessing most wouldn’t be.
So, I did. I told everyone I was dipping out and wished them well. There was just one left. Mister two-horned. My naughty devil.
I tried several times to type out my goodbye, but I could never hit send. I’ve been silent for a week trying to figure out how to say it. So, I’m just not going to.
Yet.
I will.