The first text from NB was on Snapchat where he just added me as a friend and texted 'hi'. That was the start that took us somewhere else.
We usually chatted once every week. The topics were mostly about small talks - work and the weather, liking and dislikings. At one point, I thought that was all of those dumb text-exchange worth it? Actually, the silly-cute things are small footsteps drawing the lines between two people.
I was a sweet-little-obsessive teenager drooling over a dreamy man living in a dream world. In the beginning, I was the one to be the first to initiate the chat. I used to drop a message and regretted it every time, even though, it was just a hi. At one point, I felt insecure and was dreading him going away from me as I couldn't see any effort coming from his side. Though my fear was justifiable, later I realized that it was time I had to stop from pushing myself and let him push some efforts to this. There you go, I gripped my heart, trying to control my uncontrollable wild-lust of texting NB. I began to give him the space that I thought he required. I stopped texting him putting a stone on my heart for days. Those few days were equal to years.
Getting back to the grind, I was busy, or should I say, struggled to be immersed inside some high school stuff. Suddenly, my phone popped up and I saw that he shared a new story of himself watching a movie, didn't really recognize the film but the most impressive part was what happened after. When I had seen his story, I just kept a hold over myself and threw my phone to the bed. Later that day, NB, out of nowhere, texted me after 3 weeks, "Hey! How are you?" I thought to myself, "Oh yeah, now you remember me after leaving me dying waiting on you for the past weeks!" Then I strived to act nonchalant and didn't reply to him immediately. I waited and waited, hurting none but myself and went forward to texting him after 3 hours, "Not fine without you." Don't scream at me, I know that was too cheeky and stupid but that was the best I could think of that freaking hour. No offence, teenage minds! My Mr Man In Black then gave a laughing emoji. I gave it a glance and left without texting anything else. But I was buzzing that my plan was finally working. Believe me, GIVING SPACE is the best rule you can follow for a happy-unveiled-unofficial relationship.
These silly chit-chats went on and on and I went falling and falling head over heels for him. In those chit-chats, I eventually started to know him. He was a completely different person while texting as compared to talking in person. Three things I got to know about him, NB is utterly emotional, NB remains sad most of the time and NB has a great sense of humour.
The tricky part is that he texted me whenever he felt sad. I felt that and that was all I wanted; to be someone to give him comfort. Mr Man In Black doesn't like to talk much, so we never spoke over the phone or did a video chat. Earlier I thought that he was shy or was ignoring me but later knowing him, I accepted the fact that he doesn't like to talk much and loves to remain isolated. My man was suffering from depression, too. No, I'm not a psychiatrist, his mom said. But you know, I was dying to hear his dulcet-bold-deep-cloudy-mesmerizing voice.