but he can't promise that it won't hurt. And for a split second today, you almost didn't call him. He asked. But right before you dialed, you paused because you knew this would send you sliding backwards, like a bad turn in Chutes and Ladders. And you almost didn't call.
He answered on the first ring and all it took was, "Hey."
That sound you didn't realize you were so close to forgetting, his voice, pulled you back in, filling you, comfort and familiarity and butterflies vying for your attention. And you smiled.
After an hour of explaining engineering things you didn't understand, teasing and flirting, and you remembering how much you missed his laugh, he asked for a message to be waiting for him in the morning, like it used to be. "I like waking up to them."
And if he'd been there you would have kissed him with no explanation. But he wasn't so you just agreed, smiling and thinking that maybe he'd missed you too.
You want so badly for him to be the one. Because it doesn't really matter if you're the only one who thinks so.
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