It was a connection that was already fraying, our ties slowly severing as the call dragged on.
We knew this was it, the last time we would reach out to each other and enjoy each other's company, even if it was only for a short time.
That's something I liked about you. The fact that we could talk for hours about everything, anything. From strangers we quickly became friends and from then we became more.
To me, our late night calls would leave me breathless from your cheesy jokes and puns and I'd lie awake wishing morning never came. Wishing I could listen to your voice over and over again. You were someone I couldn't stop thinking about. The person that would leave a hint of a smile on my face when I woke up in the morning and the person who would whisper sweet words to me as I fell asleep at night.
Even though we both knew it was our last goodbye, it was like you were hesitant. The call dragged on for just a moment longer. Then you started to talk. In soft words, you brought us back to the days we first met, the days we were happy. How we used to call every day. How our true feelings weren't hidden from each other.
When I simply liked you and you liked me.
You told me everything I wanted to hear, words I quietly cried over as he continued on. Our movie dates and gaming sessions. How we listened to each other's music and tried to sing along.
How did something so beautiful fall apart so quickly? Did we jump in too fast?
If this was our last contact I wanted you to know, that at one point you were everything to me. The laughs, the fights, I wouldn't ever regret a minute of it.
Because back in that moment you were everything to me.
I loved you.
