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.