I didn't want to hang up the phone, but I did. He was already asleep on the other end anyways. I didn't move. I stared at the empty screen on my phone with the blankets still pulled up over my head. We were trying to tell secrets under the covers. It wasn't working very well. We already know everything about each other. Sometimes when I think about him, my eyes start to burn. It's like I'm about to cry because I'm smiling so big. But I never do. I just smile.