With every breath And every intake Tip-toe further away Further away from his mistakes I'm no savior; I'm no saint, saint It's not what you needed anyway. Sept 25th wasn't a good day. Jordan suggested we be friends. Through text on Maria's phone. I should be mad. I shouldn't even try to talk to him. I should be furious that he hurt me. But I'm not mad. I'm not furious. I tried talking to him. He never replied. I miss him though. So where does the, "We should be friends" stand? I was talking to a boy that added me a while back before this happened. Talking as in just getting to know him, friend-wise. Nothing big. Friday, that same day Jordan pretty much broke up with me, this boy I haven't even met made me feel better. I was smiling again. And I enjoyed talking to him. Saturday night I called him. We talked until 1:30 am Sunday. I loved talking to him. It felt like I've known him for a while. He said he loved talking to me. We decided to talk Sunday night too. We didn't care it was a school night. We stayed up until 4am talking. Why 4am? Because his phone died. Otherwise we would've stayed up until we had to get ready for school. He goes to the school I'm supposed to go to. Talking to him makes me feel happy. And I'm starting to like him a lot. And what surprised me is that he said that he liked me. So I told him how I feel too. Apparently I make him happy. Apparently I make him smile and blush. Apparently I'm who he thinks about during the day. Isn't it funny that I think the same thing about him? I was worried that I may be moving on too quickly. No, I'm not over Jordan. I may not be over him for a while. But this boy, I haven't even met is giving me butterflies everytime I talk to him. He's making me blush. I get hot, temperature-wise, when I talk to him. At one point he says, "When can I call you, sweetie? I want to hear my baby's voice. :)" He called me 'sweetie'. Sweetie. No guy has ever called me that before. And I know I would've loved to be called sweetie by a guy. He wins. He wins. And I haven't even met him yet. And the things he says, he makes me feel special. So special. And I'm not anything special. But he insists that I am. I love talking to him until 3 or 4 in the morning. I don't even mind that I'm losing sleep. He's pretty much worth it. As he said the same thing to me. Hopefully this is turning into something. <3