He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"We make a gazillion decisions each day. Or at least, it feels like we do. And the more decisions in a day, the worse our decisions are by the end of the day — the research backs me up on this."
