It's 4am.

She texts me in the night.
She flirts. I flirt back, and ask,
Are you into me? Is that what this is?
A long pause before her response.
Why do you need to know?
I don't need to know, I say. Just curious.
Well, she says.
I like the way you treat me. And sometimes I think of what it would be like to lie there, head on your chest, watching a movie off of your favorites list.
Really? I say.
And kissing you, she says.
I smile and trace the outline of the screen of my phone. We have known each other so long. I have wanted her for so long.
Maybe if things were different, I say.
Yeah, she says, maybe sometime.
I sit in the silence, when my phone buzzes.
No matter what I will be here, she says.
I wanted to find the words to say the same.
She smiles.
I smile.