There was that green dot beside his picture, glaring at her again.
She wondered why it made her heart skip two beats still.
She wondered how he was, or who he was talking to, or if he was okay.
She wondered about so many things – – things she wished she still knew, things she was afraid to know.
She stared at that green dot and stopped herself for the umpteenth time from talking to him.
It has been such a long time.
She wished she’d stop wondering and caring and feeling this way already.
She wished her heart would not skip beats anymore.