Together...

... virtually.

I was engaged in a long conversation with my *lalala...*, starting from the moment he was in the car for a trip home (at about 9 p.m.) until just now.

We started texting, from the usual "Where are you?" to the more private stuff. We texted and texted and texted. And I let him know how much I missed him without saying so.

And he let me knew that he missed me too. Without saying so.

Now, wait. Was he really missing me? Or was it just lust that was driving him?

We texted each other - tons of them. And ended with some phone calls until we both run low on credits (he ran out of his).

It has been long since the last time we had that kind of conversation. I thought he didn't miss me at all.

It was great.

It felt like sex.