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Just something
When I dream of what I want from you, I wonder if I'm just being unrealistic. Sure, I realized you're a busy man. I really do, even if I'm disappointed, I understand. And I'd never tell you I was disappointed. Though, when you said that we could Skype for the first time, I was so excited. You wouldn't believe how excited because it was honestly ridiculous. Now, it's embarrassing that things turned out this way. That I'm trying so hard to please you, and I can't see if you care.
It's a little dumb of me to be so caught up in this friendship. But when you're the only on I talk to every day, and the only one I divulge so much to; my stress, my happiness, my personal life. Do you realize that it sucks when I get nothing in return? Er, hardly anything in return. Maybe it's just because you're a guy, so that kinda stuff doesn't come as naturally. You share your feelings with me, your plans, your day, and your family, but there's so much space in between. Maybe it's the same on your end because I don't see that side. That's how I feel personally, though.
I just wish that we could be the type of friends that are soul mates. That we could talk for hours again, that I wouldn't mind staying up until four in the morning, and that I could finally hear your voice. Really, that's all I want. I want to finally hear your voice as well. Who cares if I have to slow down when I talk, who cares if you have the thickest accent in the world? Do you think that matters to me? I know you've presented in English before, and I cheered you on for that.
Is it too much to ask to want to actually talk to you face to face? To share music and shows and videos and conversation so I can truly see how you react? When you're free, you better put Skyping with me at the top of your list. Please? I just want to talk with someone I consider my best friend. Because I consider you my best friend, and I know I'm being cheesy and overemotional, but that's because of all the other shit up there. Seriously, bud. I'm waiting for you. Everyday, every minute I think about something to do with you. Hell, my friends even ship us together. Now, I know that might be stretching it a little bit far. But my heart beats faster every time you tell me you want us to meet, that you've thought about talking with me, and every time you compliment me.
It makes me want to try harder, and it makes me feel bad for being such a lazy ass. I'm unmotivated, what can I say? Hopefully, when you're on vacation and free, you'll still take the time to talk to me. I know you will, but every other time you kinda just... Do your own thing and leave me in the dark. Because you're a busy man. I just want to go back to the time when I wouldn't have to wait ten minutes to an hour for you to say your day was hard. I don't miss you now, but I miss you. Love you, boo. Thanks for the smiles. Well, the beaming emoji.

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