That's the number of text messages I had from him when I turned on my phone this morning. Also surprisingly that's how much I cared. I feel safe, I feel like I know he likes me. I don't need constant proof. Which is a good thing, because it's finally settled in.
Also I barely thought about him all day. The only conversation we had was when he texted me saying "Sorry I didn't text you good morning :(" Or something like that. Apparently his phone had died and he didn't bring the charger with him to his friend's. Cest la vie. It actually means something that he apologized for it. He's definitely not obligated to =) Good things, good things.
I'm going to write Part 3 right now. My favorite part of the story.
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