The guy who was my first love called me at 3:00 in the morning...
He just somehow knew that I was awake.
I told him I couldn't talk because I would wake up my parents.
He said I didn't have to talk. Instead, he would tell me stories, sing songs, talk about everything in the world, and even let loose a joke at dawn.
And I didn't have to say anything back.
All he could hear was my breathing. And that was enough.
I asked, "why do you want to talk to me, knowing that I won't be able to answer!"
And he said "because I know on the other side, you're listening to me."
Have you ever had the feeling that you want to call your loved one at night, but you're afraid he or she won't be able to answer you?