It's your phone ringing!
Oh darn, it's all the way upstairs in your room. You think even if you ran now, you'd barely make it to answer the call. No matter, thinking of that potential caller whom you hope would call you makes running up those stairs worth it and so you do.
Taking a sharp corner to dash into your room, you skillfully avoid all the clothes and other thingamajigs on the floor to leap for your phone lying still on the table, attached to the charger. The ringing of your phone is about to reach that part in the song that would indicate the call coming to an end. You finally grab your phone off the table and your heart races as your eyes search the screen for that name you hope would appear.
Well, from there, it's either you're about to be pleasantly surprised or dissapointed big time by whoever calls. That's not the point of my post.
Rather, I'm here to talk about those little moments where your heart skips a beat, your breath catches and your tummy does a flip flop. A grin spreads it way across those lips and you grin, showing off those amazing cheekbones of yours.
I miss those moments where I'd run like a mad person through the house just to reach my phone in time. While running I'd think for a moment that if I was Dorothy of the Wizard of Oz, maybe I could click my red shoes just right to make that one person call me instead of finding my way home. Sure my head would argue that, that one person whom I want to call me the most, would be the least likely to ring me up but, a girl can hope, can't she?
I actually think it adds to the thrill a little. Like, because he doesn't call you often and you hope and hope and hope only to be dissapointed. But when that one time comes when he actually does ring you, all those things that I stated above would happen.
I haven't react that way in a long time.
Do I need to keep away from sugar but add more spice?
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