Your text soul is different from other people because you somehow interfere with mine constructively. From there, I knew you were different, smart (and at the same time, globe), and best of all friendly, as you had introduced yourself to be. And because you were smart, I changed to so, so that the connectivity would be easier, if not convenient, to both of us.

I hate to admit, I was easily turned on by your texts and smileys. Sometimes I just wish you would not text me anymore because most of the times you would not return to mine; it's just making me curse you when I became so stupid waiting for nothing.

Then it occured to me that perhaps you were just playing with your messages because you somehow didn't have much to say to please me, in a sense. But do you know that pleasing texts sometimes irritates my wicked soul?

Then your sentences became words, and words then became letters. And I predict, my lonely mobile phone will be thirsty to even blank text messages from you. Nah, I won't let it happen, I swear against my damned life.

And yes, you became mute…

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April Fool