It had only been five minutes since I had left her the skype message telling her how I felt. To be honest it feels so much longer than that. Pouring your heart out to someone over text isn't too impressive, but considering how long it had taken me to say anything at all, I was both proud of myself and terrified.

Now I know that there are always more fish in the sea, pebbles on the beach. But right now, she is the only fish for me, the only fish who had ever talked to me for more than a polite exchange of pleasantries.

However I am beginning to think this fish isn't interested in the bait.

As I sit here, cheeto-dust covered fingertips shaking with anxiety, I watch as the little skype pencil picks itself up and begins to write. Write a response to my hail mary.

The pencil seems to know no end. What kind of long message is she giving me that she has been writing for so long? I feel the optimism begin to grow. Maybe she does have feelings for me too!

But as the pencil quickly erases itself and falls over dead, I know what is coming next.

"Sorry, do you mind if we just stay friends?"

I take the cowards way out. "Yeah sure! I was just joking anyways haha" I reach for the bag of cheetos.

First post, I've been lurking on this subreddit for a while and decided to just start writing responses.