Mfonisojuststartedwriting

   Written by: Mfoniso Usen.  I t’s been three minutes since I sent the text, and he still hasn’t replied. I heard my phone beep. Hurriedly I checked, smiling, thinking it was him. My heart sank and I dropped my phone in disappointment when I realized it was just a message from my network provider.   I went through our chats. They keep me alive. His messages make my cheeks flush with happiness, and I can’t help but smile and blush whenever I am on the phone. When he’s too busy and unavailable, I check them to reassure myself and to feel close to him.  I especially love reading them in his voice.  I checked the last chat.  I sent that immediately I woke up.  Oh, to have someone you dream about at night and daydream about in the morning. It’s almost midnight and I’m fighting the urge to message him. I try to ignore the fact that he replies faster to sexual messages. I know he is fine and not busy with work. My heart sanked to my stomach, my throat ...