I remembered the first time you said I love you to me. I was alternating between downloading new songs and chatting with you, and only you, because frankly, no one else had seemed so interesting to me back then.

I don't remember much, for I wasn't one to remember most things. Sure, I had a talent for memorizing, which I could use to my advantage during tests and quizzes at school, but I was never one to be of the active, remembering type. I was, in my own words, a smart yet lazy-assed girl who seriously needed to exercise a bit more than usual.

But anyway, back to the point.

Our conversation had reached an end, as usual, and I had typed in a warm-hearted Niiiight :) before I prepared to log out from Facebook. I'd naturally assumed that you would just see my message and not reply.

But you did. As I checked to see what message you had sent me back, I felt no excitement. Only giddiness and comfort. Talking with you was something I adored and treasured, because, well, you were just so easy to talk to, in that mysterious way of yours.

Parker : I love you.

You don't know how many times I reread your message, just to make sure my eyes weren't playing a trick on me. But as the realization finally hit home - as I finally accepted the fact that you actually said "I love you" to me - my heart began to quicken its pace and my whole face started heating up.

You have no idea just how much you make me feel, too.

I tried to pass it off as a joke; I really did.

Wow xD I'm speechless, HAHA.

You replied quite fast.

Parker : Why? You don't like it?

I stared at your reply for some time. Did I like being told I was loved by a guy?

Parker : If you don't like it, I'll stop.

My reply was immediate.

No, no, I like it (:

All I remembered next was that I dreamt of you when I retreated to bed that night. That was when I first dreamt of you, and it was back when I thought that dream would only be a one-time thing.

But what do you know? I starting dreaming about you everyday.