Him: Ok I am off into the arms of sleep.
Me: I shall see you in the... dawn... of the future?
Do sleep well.
You too deary c:
Thanks by the way
Me: ... typing with no words?
Me: Sure. Why not.
Well I was typing something
Then I saw you stopped
So I cut what I'd written
Then you stayed stopped
Me: What were you typing?
I wasn't typing anything of importance.
Him: But what I was typing was dependant on what I thought you were typing xD
Me: What was I thought to have been typing?
Him: "for what?" or something along those lines
I figured that it'd already been answered and I was being silly.
Him: -shrugs- just being an awesome friend I guess
Him: Iunno I'm tired leave
That was what I was gonna say
>.< that worked.
Me: You make me smile sometimes. Thanks for the thanks, and right back at you.
Him: Ok, well that was my original intention, so MISSION ACCOMISHED! :D
This is what he confuses me about. This is why I'm drawn back. This is why I don't want to let go.
That conversation we just had... flowed. And then it ended... with that. With what I just posted. "Thanks for being a great friend."
Goodbye? "...But I don't need it anymore?" Maybe, just a simple thanks?
I should have asked for more. I should have wondered what it was. I should have asked what it was for, what it was prompted by.
I wish to ask him tomorrow.
But I'm too cowardly to.
Not much of a blog.