I don’t know if I should cherish or resent that fact that our text conversations before bed have turned from “Hello, best friend, how was your day? I was praying that it might be as wonderful as you. :)” to “hwy how are yuo?”
It’s not that we aren’t putting the same amount of effort into this love and friendship, it’s that we both got busy, so when we finally have the time to talk, we are both half asleep, but willing to sacrifice that sleep to talk. The typos aren’t careless, but they are the product of our efforts. We’re both so tired, but will give anything to be sure that the other can rest their head in peace.
Love.
