So. . .
He decides to spontaneously call me while he's out star gazing with his friends...
He said he missed me and felt the need to call...
His phone credit ran out quickly and so I called him back...
We discussed little things like the weather, pron, love and life in general...
He said my name a lot during this call...
And kept reassuring me that no matter what happens, he'll always love me.
I shouldn't find this behaviour strange... But I'm just not used to it, even now...
My mind is attempting to over analyze everything, but my brain has already shut down. . .
I wish I was everything he'd ever want, everything he'd ever need...