It’s been over 24 hours since I heard a ping from him—
Or at least that’s what my mind tells me.

I know he works a lot.
But it’s been weeks since we really seen each other.

Does he care?

He calls me babe.
He sends me cat memes.
He says he misses me.

Did I mess something up?

I text.
An hour goes by.
My mind whispers: This is all a waste.

I almost end it.
But I don’t want to.

I want to see him again—
Kiss him,
Hug him,
Talk to him.

Tell him the things he needs to know.

About me.

Ping.

It stops.
I’m not overthinking anymore.