We have been talking for about five months. I knew his routine. He will wake up at 4 PM and go to the hospital to work for 12 hours. His evening is my morning. Before I went to work, we talked. If he were at work, he would give me a heads-up that he would be busy. Those updates become a part of our routine. Something we only understand.

He is the type of guy who knows exactly what to say at the exact time. He always has a witty comeback in every banter. He has these opinions that I never considered. Talking to him was like opening a new door. I am always scared to end our conversation.

I kept a list of topics to talk about. We covered about anything and everything. I watched football because he loves it. He never watched anime. I changed my sleep routine to account for our five-hour time difference.

I really believed that we had a chance. Who wouldn’t?

We stopped talking over a month ago. But how did it stop? Did it stop because I stopped sending messages? Or did it stop because he stopped replying? I never get an answer.

He didn’t look for me anymore, so I stopped reaching out.

At some point in our journey, I really prayed to God to let it be him. Begged God to make me the right person for him.

We did not work out because God knows I would have hated it.