You know, you are not the same person I know over texts. You make me feel as if I am talking with a complete stranger who knows every little detail of my life.
I like you for the times when we are in class and we can’t stop laughing at your stupid jokes despite the scolding of our lecturer.
I like you for the moments when we sit on the park bench and talk about galaxies, stars, and the very existence of this universe.
I like you for the days when you come over my place and we plan to play hide and seek, but end up telling each other stories which we write each night before going to bed.
I like you when we meet in the real world, but in the virtual world, you sound like gibberish to me.
I hate your virtual version.
Because, I can’t tell the difference if you are being serious, funny, flirty or alien. I can’t tell the difference if you’re genuinely laughing or just decorating your text with smileys. I can’t tell the difference if you are telling the truth or making an excuse. I can’t tell the difference if you are fine or hurt. I can’t tell the difference if you are being a jerk on purpose or something.
I just can’t tell the difference.
Well, In this very moment, I want to tell you that I don’t want to lose the real version of yours because of my hate for your virtual version.
So…don’t text me.