Late Night Calls

Sometimes I worry that when I call him, I'll run out of things to say before he's really tired. Or if I call him, he'll be so tired, I'll no more than get the first hello out then he'll yawn. He never yawns unless he's dead on his feet tired and usually when he's that tired and I'm talking to him, he's already in bed.

But I call him anyways because no matter if I've had a fantastic day or if I've had one of the worst days in my life, just hearing his voice, hearing the cadence in his speech when he relates a story or tells me how his day has been, hearing him laugh and I swear, sometimes I can hear him smile - it always makes my day better. He could tell me one of the worst Michael Jackson jokes of all time or tell me a story about one of his friends that should never be repeated, and it's still always worth picking up that phone and pressing send.

Sure, I talk to him every night. Why? Because I'm crazy about him. He and I never run out of things to say. Sure there are lulls in the conversation but they never really stop. And as I've stated before, even if we aren't talking, its the things he says when he's around that lets me know he was thinking of me. Like today, when he told me how he wouldn't be long out in the garage because he can't get enough of talking to me, he's addicted to me - it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

He doesn't say them because he has to. He says them simply because they give him, and me, pleasure. He isn't one to throw around I love you, which is one of the things I love about him. It makes hearing it all the more precious and real.

I can't help it, I love hearing him say 'Sleep well, love. Good night.' To see it is one thing but it's completely different to hear it. I love the little fights we have over things like the pros and cons of Star Wars and Star Trek and other relatively unimportant things. It helps us both unwind from our day, even if one of us (*ahem, me*) doesn't have a job. Hey, I'm a full time student, isn't that enough?

I love our fights because no matter who wins and who loses, we both know we've won because we have each other. It's the way he interjects with something I hadn't thought of before, whether he means it in jest or in all seriousness. It's everything about who he is and who I am that makes the conversations worth while. His sister says she's never had him on the phone for longer than ten minutes while I, effortlessly most of the time, keep him for half an hour to an hour.

One does silly things when one is in love. Talking on the phone with your girlfriend for an ungodly amount of time before you go to sleep may be one of them but do you hear me complaining?