The talks were mostly about him, what he likes to do, about his studies, hobbies, stuff like that, but the fact that he was ready to start a life with me, marry me, and have kids, got me to like him more.
And after that, I had been the best of ever. I was always there for him, even when our time zones were so different, I used to stay up late, or get up early, ask about him, listen to him all day, I was there to motivate him, we even sexted when he wanted..we only had fights when I tell him things and he would have nothing to offer from his point of view or after a bad day, he won't ask how was I doing.
It went so bad that one day that I asked him, do you want to listen to me cry as I tell you about what's going on in my life, or do you want to talk about something else, and he chose the latter option.
