Sometimes I wish we were back in our younger days, where all things felt so exciting and fun. I would anticipate your texts and calls practically the whole day, and I would think about you from the moment I woke up to the seconds before I fell asleep on my bed. Every 'ping' of the phone would jolt my heart into a delightful shock because I knew it was you. Every night I would nervously keep an eye on the phone because I knew at any moment you would call and then we would have our nightly chit-chats about everything and nothing at all.

One of the best things about you back then was when you would give me random sweet messages at random times of the day; usually times when I would least expect it. In the wee hours of the day, in the sleepy hours of the evening, or during the busiest time in the afternoon. I would hear that tell-tale 'ping' and expect nothing at all but oh! How my heart leapt with joy, carving a cheerful grin on my face when I read that long text of appreciation of yours! Afterwards I would mark that message as one of the many favourites I had saved so carefully in my old phone, so that I could read it over and over again and relive the joy that would unfailingly accompany it.

I wish I still had that phone. Nowadays we are toobusy with our own lives you never sent those long, unexpected messages again.