As the days continued so did the conversations. They soon became longer…an hour…two hours…three. We talked about the most random of things and he always found a way to make me smile.

“Can I go to bed yet??” I smiled as I asked him.
“No, I’m not letting you go anywhere,” he joked with me.
“Are you holding me prisoner?” I joked back.
“Yes, and as my prisoner I think it’s only proper that I torture you a little bit,” he teased me.

He then went on to sing the most random songs including Fifteen by Taylor Swift and Fireflies by Owl City. I honestly could not remember the last time I had laughed so hard.

“You know,” I said, “one thing that’s kinda weird?”
“No, tell me,” he said
“My boyfriend and I never talk like this,” I confessed.
“So, then what do you two talk about?” he wondered.
“I really don’t know, I guess we just talk about our day, and then he usually has to go do something with his friends or something…” my voice trailed off.