A situation given

Let's picture this. You and I.

You meet him for the first time, got quite an interesting impression and got his number.
First few days it's all about messaging each other, finding out more information.
Like, dislikes, interests, home location, favorites, everything.
Sometimes you get those smiley face in the messages, or random pictures.
Yet you know you look forward to each reply and almost immediately replying back.
A date gets set up to meet for a meal.
A little nervous yet excited. But it went well in the end.
Second, third dates set up.
He tells you of things he appreciate of you, and little promises.
That's for week one.
But you wonder if it moved a little too fast.

Moving on to week two.
Still about the same, you get the messages daily. Sometimes even calls.
You learn each other patterns and habits.
A point was made to make time for each other.
Common interests get formed, learned and discovered.
You enjoy his company, his nonsense and going out together. Even if he isn't free to go out, you know where to find him.
The little goodnight message from him means a lot even if he doesn't know it.
And the messages he send when he suspects that something is wrong.
Yet inside you still don't know how to feel, how much you can trust again, and whether he would do anything to gain that trust.
Broken inside, you know you don't trust yourself to fall.
That for week two.

Moving on to week three.
Eventually own life get the best of us. Both sides started getting busy with individual schedule.
You know why he is busy, what he is busy for and the importance of what he is doing.
Once you thought it would be nice to watch him work.
But gradually messages get lesser and longer to be replied. It started from an hour before stretching through the day.
Sometimes you're left wondering what went wrong, other times you leave it and said 'he's busy, don't disturb'.
Random thoughts started kicking in and get you down. And you start playing back the same game of slow replies but it stopped cause it isn't a game at all.
Maybe it gets lucky if you get more than three messages in a day.
Inside you feel like screaming, you whine and complain to your bestfr about it.
That's for week three.

Moving to week four.
It stopped there for communication.
And it's funny how your first love language is quality time and you believe communication is the main essential factor.
Once in a while you thought of messaging but for what, when there won't be a reply.
Eventually you made the decision to not let it affect you.
To learn you just ran out of patience to wait already. You know why you don't trust the words, and you learn to be happy with yourself.
You learn that not everything is meant to be, some are here to stay while others are here for a while.
Because you're tired of being there, you're tired of giving in, you're tired of believing.
That for week four.

Moving to week five.
I give up. Literally.