Do you remember how I had to put a limit on my messages to you? I started to message every time I thought about you, which didn’t leave any time for eating, sleeping or breathing. 🙂
What was it? No more than three messages, three texts and one email per day?
This is a silly memory and I don’t think you ever minded how often I would tell you that you are beautiful. I think that everything is always a game or rules. Maybe a limit instead off a steady stream would create more anticipation. It’s hard to know what I was thinking except that it would have been to play with you, tease you and make you want me more 🙂